Purple nails, they clack along the keyboard.Typing this tripe, listening to Metallica,Chatty chat, I go. My replies may be slow,You know? Running out of rhymes, so I’m not gonna.I’ll just type stuff, no idea of what’s coming,Quick change that loathsome track!Correct that spelling mistake,Reply to that IM! Hey, turn Jason’s bass up!Ah, my punctuation messed up there. Corrected.I kinda wanna smoke, but I’m giving up. Health...

Punch him down to the ground,Kick an old man when he’s down.Yeah, that’s your style, isn’t it?Cowardly bastard.Fight fair and square? You can’t!But you’re getting yours, aren’t you?Sitting black and blue in that hospital bed, it serves you right.See that man you kicked near to death?Yeah, he had friends. Vengeful friends.They did the same to you as you did to him,How does it feel? Are you satisfied?Are you impressed with...

I hate those times when you want to write something, but either have no drive, or no ideas. You open a word document and just type for the sake of typing. Or if you’re a fan of pen and paper, you do it that way. You have no idea if you’re gonna come up with something good or just a bunch of words strung together. Sometimes, it’s amazing, you actually find that there’s something about just writing your thoughts about havin...

Kitty and kitten share a hug,They kiss each other and be all snug.Thousands of miles and a computer screen,Don’t stop them from making each other scream.Screaming in laughter and joy, they share themselves,They let their minds take little delvesInto each other’s, getting to know one another,Kitty whispers “Kitten, you’re cute as no other!”Kitten blushes and Kitty kisses,His aim is one that never misses.Kitten squirms and...

A conversation occurred between two men, who met by chance, long ago:“Ah love, if only...” One said, dreamily.“Well, yes, but you would go fancying folk from those newfangled ‘interwebz’, it’s only natural you’d have pangs!” Two quipped.“Pangs? Sir, they are not mere pangs, for this woman, I truly love! She’s such a rare beauty and highly intelligent, too. Sir, you must understand.”“Ah, young squire, you are so naive.”“Na...

Listen, he has to admit something. He’s never been that lucky in love. He don’t know why, but somehow the women just don’t seem to like him. Oh, but there’s one thing. It is actually very annoying. See, women ARE interested in him, he just don’t believe it. That’s the power of his inability to read people in that way.It’s messed up, yeah, laugh it up. No, he actually is. Seriously. Hear this out. He can read people in loa...

The lights dim and the concert hall goes almost completely dark. A guitar can be heard playing a rhythm. The lights get a little brighter and Cristina Scabbia looks around at the crowd. “Are you all ready to be Spellbound?!” she asks rhetorically.As soon as she says that, the crowd erupts. The guitar comes in louder and then the drums. A heavy bass line is felt and Andrea Ferro sings the opening lines of the song. The cro...

I’m a simple man. I like hugs. Hugs are simple. Comforting. I like comfort. Simple comfort. We all do. It’s a fact of life, that’s really all we want: simplicity and comfort. Sometimes life isn’t simple, or comforting, but sometimes someone comes along and makes your inner turmoil melt away. Sometimes it’s like you’re right next to each other, even if you’re millions of miles away from each other. That, my friends, is mag...

My cold, charred, blackened heart:Nobody can mend it...Try as they might, it’s broken.

Sometimes I look and I see people ‘In a relationship’, ‘married’, ‘betrothed’ and I wonder, will I ever be any of those?It’s unlikely that I’d be married or betrothed, in the sense of Christianity, me being a... Spiritualist? Witch? Um, I actually don’t know which religion I am. I tend to follow whichever set of beliefs ring true with me. I suppose you could call me a ‘free spirit’, or something of that ilk, but I’m just...

Rufus and Cynthia sat in the gloomy, dingy wee restaurant enjoying their food and each other’s company. They sat and pretended to be posh and ordered the most posh sounding items from the menu. In truth, it was pretty ordinary food, done up to look posh, but it was yummy. “So... we’re finished here. Movie now?” Rufus asked.“Sure thing, just settle the bill first.”“Oh yeah... Waiter!” Rufus called.“Yes, sir?”“Vlad? Hey, Vl...

Rufus and Cynthia sat enjoying the company of each other. In each other’s arms, they felt peaceful, their minds at rest and their noisy souls seeming to calm each other.They awoke in the morning in a rush. Cynthia had to get to work and Rufus was late to see a client. “So, Rufus, wanna meet after work? We can go back to mine this time.”“Okay, same wee cafe?”“Yeah, that place is becoming ours,” Cynthia yawned.“Innit just?...

“Amy, this is Cynthia, don’t be alarmed, she’s friendly,” Rufus told Amy.Amy never spoke, unfortunately she was mute, but she was easy enough to read. That’s one of the many things Rufus loved about Amy.“Um, hello Amy,” Cynthia greeted Amy.Amy hid behind Rufus. She was nervous, but she flashed a shy smile in Cynthia’s direction. She seemed to be warming to Cynthia. Rufus handed Cynthia a cup of tea and beckoned her into t...

Rufus finished his work and headed to the wee cosy cafe. He was excited about meeting Cynthia again, but nervous, too. He’d been working pretty hard that day, despite not having much to do. The computer he was inspecting was being a right bam. It was in such ill health, it took him all day just to reformat a hard drive and then there was the added hassle of having to reinstall all programs and configure them individually....

His finger stroked the mouse, hovering over the button. His heart was beating in his chest and his hand sweating.“Oh, just do it,” Rufus said aloud.Finally, he clicked the ‘send request’ button, confirmed whether he wanted to send the request and immediately shut the computer down and went to bed.“Up early tomorrow, after all... Night Amy,” he said to the empty room.Rufus laid awake thinking of Cynthia. He couldn’t get he...