I glance at my swollen belly, disgustingly wet from the sweating, while sitting on the creaking chair in this awful tavern. My old and weak hands are holding a pint of warm beer, barely enlightened by a feeble light coming from a small lamp hanging just above the counter I have my elbows on. Next to me, on a small plate, a horrifying resemblance of a toast. I think about home, miles away, and ask myself whether I will...
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the corner of the street where the famous door read, ’221b Baker Street.' Of course, it was not the entry or the exit of Sherlock Holmes and his paparazzi. It was the next door. A large parcel was being shifted to the house. The house that lay in the middle of a wide array of flowers and fruits in the yard. People shouted and made much of the occasion. It was Christmas and apparentl...
Pretty dress dazzle and swish Long hair flow and twist Clean hands fold and hold Dark book worn and old Quiet voice repeat and plead Stale air silent and breathed Curly lashes flutter and close Black hearts cold and froze Thick doors locked and shut Smiling mouths bite and cut Sacred ritual comes to a close Pretty dress over broken soul Clean hands stained with sin Dark book condemned with Quiet voice sad and unheard Stal...
Oh come on! It’s a school zone when the lights are flashing or children are present, like the sign RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU says. No lights, no kids—you don’t have to go twenty miles an hour NOW, you idiot. Okay, we’re past the school zone...that means you can speed up. Damn it, don’t tell me you’re going to creep along all the way to the roundabout a quarter of a mile away. Why yes, yes you are. ’Cause none of the people in...
The 1” high bright red numbers of the clock read 3:38am. Another night when the pillow feels like a cinderblock. I turned the TV off at midnight. My brain must be a complete catastrophe inside with all of the churning and endless clamor. The small nightlight attached to my emergency flashlight plugged into the wall gives off just enough glow to let me distinguish the contents of the room. Which I’ve done thousands of tim...
On and on the words do flow, A broken heart that will not heal. It doesn’t matter if she knows, If it isn’t the way that she feels. Sometimes it’s best to just move along, A one-sided love isn’t worth the telling. It makes no sense to sing the same old song, When it’s obvious she isn’t buying what you’re selling. There comes a time when the door needs to close, Waiting in vain is pathetic and sad. Nothing will change by e...
Here’s another crappy poem.. A few verses and words that no one heeds.. I guess this will fix ‘em and really show ‘em.. Or just be another shitty piece that no one reads.. Which lately it seems is usually the case.. There are some writers who can just drop a turd.. Then stand back and watch the chase.. Always being followed by the same old herd.. Puke on a page has become an art.. Grammatical smear in sentence and verse.....
And hatred then consumed my soulafter your vile unfaithful act.Revenge became my only goaland thus came my satanic pact.All that mattered was to seeyou were destroyed in every way.Crying there in agonyuntil your hair was sparse and gray.And so each day a little trick!When I served you your meal in bedI put in some arsenicbut not enough to make you dead.Just enough to make you illto make your organs slowly fail.A little ha...
What I had for you was admirationWhat I gave you was respectWhat I made you was my mentorWhat I felt for you were the best of feelingsWhat I got back was the worst insult of my lifetimeToo painful to hearToo bitter to swallowPoisoning my good heartThe biggest regret to be optimisticAnd trust easily not able to acceptAn education only a person like you can give RR. Srimanchantha
I hate this woman! She puts me in such situationThat I'm taken advantage ofUsed and abused, thereofIt extends my limits No matter how much I commitNothing is ever enough! It's always been roughCompared to this, compared to thatEver ready to give me the spatShe gives others too many chancesTo repeatedly hurt me with no stancesWhy can't I just be me? Why can't I stop the struggle? Why can't I please myself instead? Only if...
The teacher gave a frightened look as she stared at my coloring book. But I knew I did the best I could. I tried to pass my spelling test but I was slower than the rest. Yet I knew I did the best I could.In gym I could not climb the rope. The coach said that there was no hope. Still I knew I did the best I could. I got my high school degree. It took ten tutors helping me. But I knew I did the best I could. Some self-doubt...
This morning I got up at 7:50am, watched the news (well, BBC Breakfast, but close enough) while eating my breakfast. I worked crunching number for an education organisation (I’m an office temp) for six hours, bar a half hour lunch break. On said lunch break I read a few more chapter of Dante’s Inferno: A retelling in prose*. At 3:00pm I headed home to switch bags and catch the bus into the city centre to go to the library...
