You who left, think you've left me You who inhabit my abyss and flow through my veins Do you think it's over... Do you believe that by deaf, you will not hear me againDo you believe that by multiplying the conquests I would no longer existWhat about your promisesWhat about my weaknessesI am only a child without you but woman in your arms  You who left, think you've left me You who inhabit my abyss and flow through my vein...

While death has, it seems, surprised youYou seem to think that my life without you was in vainYou'll be the one who never learnedThat my heart for you was brimming with hatred Even though the time in my skin has registered wellFor my beloved I was there faithful queenYour vile words and dark thoughts have cursed nothingVery comfortable the river of my life dripped without trouble If my hand I had you under threat yielded ...

This is the time to lay low, my lady, to have faith in the Universe, to pluck a harp string and listen. It's time to meditate on the sound of a single string softly thrumming. Our friends, our family, each present a single tone into the air. A cacophony of sounds when assembled together. Intrusive at times, seldom in harmony, tones of friends and family are yet distinctive enough for us to focus on the one sound exclusive...

I´d never thought it would end this, I´d never thought we would part, I´d never thought of time as an enemy, I´d never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for enhancing foreplay.  

I had plans for my time in lock-down, today. First, breakfast and then the usual ablutions. After some dusting and cleaning, I had decided to sit down and get to grips with some writing but, the best-laid plans and all that...   I was in no hurry. I didn't get up early and ambled slowly through the preparation of the first planned task.   My house is situated at the top of a hillside above a small Yorkshire village and, f...

I looked at the words on the letter that threatened to take my smile away I slowly realized I had put more into the relationship that was budding then It was really supposed to have.   Sometimes that happens in life we meet people and it's only for a moment or a brief time and then all too soon it is gone. Like the wind in the willows. But fear not there is love again for you!   I sat down and looked at the ocean blue wat...

31st of May - Season 1 Moodswing was smiling. This was it. This was what all his hard work was all about: the end result of all the blood, sweat and tears... The Formula-X Grand Prix. This was big. And it wasn't the case just because they'd held out on calling any of their previous pay-per-views "grands Prix". It wasn't just because this event would have a slew of special guests both performing and spectating that outnumb...

The enemy envoy approached the border-lands of Amoria. The land was as bountiful as it was beautiful. Lush vegetation grew along the rolling hills, springing forward in full bloom. Calm lakes with their surfaces like mirrors reflected the mountain tops on the horizon. As the envoy marched further into the land, they were pleased to see there was no resistance. No guard posts, or legions were manning the borders. Having th...

Gifts were left upon your front doorstep.Flower bulbs to plant, then sprout and bloom.Bottled wine from vineyards near and far.The ones who know you bestdisplay concern.Their hopes and dreams,and smiling tenderness. The times require distancing today,but here is what you needto safely stayat home where nothing harmful may draw near.Necessities of life may be enjoyed,from Nature's bosom, all her bounty shared,that you may ...

She.   He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them. S...

Right now, Canadians are experiencing an unprecedented amount of stress and anxiety because of the pandemic, hoarding and isolation. Stores are closed, streets are empty, and there is shortage on the shelves of essential goods, such as toilet paper, kraft dinner, and cannabis supplies. Canadians have never faced such hardship. Comic relief is much needed therefore I am writing a parody of a famous rock band that I will ca...

16th of February – Season 1 Rosemary Lekota was not a big racing fan. But she knew that she hadn’t been invited to this pay-per-view to watch the motorsport. She hadn’t been invited to be entertained by these sports entertainers. No… she had been hired to be the entertainment. She was a singer. As one of the newest exports from Lesotho, she was eager to make her mark all over South Africa. Despite being one of the hottest...

Telephone poles whipped past her, each separate in her headlights but blurred and indistinct. The girl was traveling north. She drove the speed limit along the two-lane federal highway. Into the night she drove once more. Alone, heading towards the big city. The highway stretched out ahead and ghostly phantoms of imaginary treelines wavered in her peripheral vision alongside her route. Occasionally porch lights shone out...

Day One She smelled like strawberries. He didn't know if it was her shampoo or perfume or just some natural mysterious scent from her skin, but she smelled sweet and hugged him so hard that he could feel her heart racing against his own. And right before she pulled away he couldn't help but try to remember the last time someone had embraced him like this even though they were very familiar with one another. This was diffe...

I am my Creator’s creation; my Designer’s design Like a piece of art drawn by an artist’s hand, I have a destiny. A predetermined fate set by the hand of my Maker. A set date of birth, and a set date of death. Who are you to tell me how to live?   I have a body with four limbs, two lungs and one beating heart, That beats like a bomb that ticks. I only have one life so I guard it with every breath, So that I can live my li...