Circles never end. I'm sweet with a twist of hood in your face. I ain't human, I am a piece of art with a heart
He is an iron club. Made of black charcoal that is characterised by intense heating that occurs in silence. His requires not oxygen. He is an intermediate. Combustion occurs but to non completion. Burns for three days and then lasts for ages before complete combustion occurs. I actually got a picture of the process because … Continue reading Austine Onyango
Some pains in life came too early, But the wounds they left ran too deeply, I have grown up feeling free, But the truth is I wasn't too free, I'm training my sorrows Cutting my harrows, Reaching deep into my past, Hoping I can dig out a past, And perhaps gain an entry, Into the … Continue reading Scars
This skin which confines me so much is not my own. I feel so angered right now. It hurts more than I actually ever thought it would. I am pained. The pain of a stake through my heart has got nothing on this hurt. I feel a huge lump build in my throat. I feel … Continue reading Shedding Off!
Hi, I do owe you an apology. I know it has been a long wait and you probably have run out of the urge to wait any longer. I can understand if you have gotten that far. Actually, I feel compelled to understand because you are human. You live, love, hate. I was about to … Continue reading CHANGE… NO! TRANSITION? GROWTH?
Ungodliness of the hour. Here dawns the emotions we dare not spill. I won't explain what defines an hour deemed ungodly because besides not having the word count, I am uncertain about the exact definition. Here is a tale of blankets, pillows, pain, beds and tears. Here is the spark definition of shreds. Days have … Continue reading Unknown Beknowest
Dear stranger, this is a draft. I sat down to write this after our encounter last evening. I know you know it is me because of what you made me do and what you did in response. I have not the slightest idea who you are, what you look like or even your name. That … Continue reading Stranger
Let us have a conversation. Shall we? Okay, this actually is going to be my one sided conversation. This practically is what my spirit tells his each time we want to start a full blown conversation. I cannot deny the fact that I can be crazy sometimes.I used to think that was silly until I … Continue reading Bloom, My Sherlock Holmes!