Turmoil Stories

The world is at unrest. We're all on tenterhooks. Governments running roughshod over civilians,civilians creating militaries,turning into terrorists.We're not far from war. Humans can't get along,never could. A constant swirling of dust,symbolising the turmoil.We can't stop hating,but we should. Why do we do such atrocious things?Beheading, rape, murder, psychological abuse, chemical and nuclear weapons.We're headed to de...

When you came into my life On that warm autumn day I wasn’t looking for anyone But so handsome and caring You made my heart flutter... The road I am travelling Is very dark and confusing It has more questions than answers Leaving me, insecure and moody. And a total bitch. I can see now Although I would love to be with you, This isn’t the time or place... I would rather be friends Than risk, losing you completely. Maybe on...

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...

What soothing peace Overflows Like the current of an ocean Along a slender slope To swim against the tide And further upstream Where everything is burgundy Rivers run deeper Than the veins of an arm There's no cause for alarm No need to explain Two eyes to see All this melancholy Among the splendor Of a crystalline land Where pain is numbed By the thought of maybe What used to bring comfort Intensifies the envy