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Words| Dear Charlotte

Dear charlotte,

Today the sky  is blue  without a cloud insight , the sun is bright, the ocean is a glorious blend of green and blue , the waves are  so calm and gentle they  slowly fade into the white sand creating a breathe taking collision of beauty. a testament to the greatest artist known to man. It’s like the perfect   song to a  beautiful day .simply ironic. Continue reading Words| Dear Charlotte

Words| The Weak’s Cry

Reveling in the pain of someone who wronged me shouldn’t feel so good,

But it does,

The laughter I emit when I hear them cry shouldn’t sound so sweet,

But it does,

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Words| Life

I’m a cheeky little monkey; always been. I’ve always tried to find the most possible way of bending rules without breaking them. Or staying close enough to the line for it to be forgivable. It’s been a fun game. It’s been a risky game. But it’s been a game either way, exciting in a fearful and expectant way at the same time. It’s magical. It’s terrifying. It’s almost impossible. Continue reading Words| Life

Words| This Thing

surreal-digital-art-huseyin-sahin-2-58d37c74e9503__880Some days are special. Some days you wake up and you notice the birds chirping outside your window. These are the kind of days when you really feel that the world has the potential to be beautiful. That it was indeed intended to be a garden with rivers of honey and gold flowing freely. That all men were destined to be equal, to eat fruit and to pet cheetahs; to weigh the world between their ears, to mull over the balance that is needed in the animal kingdom and to ponder upon the issues that arose the previous day – the smaller animals’ complaints against the larger ones. To meditate. To reason. To think.

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Words| Dreams

“What if I was wrong?”
That’s the question that scares me to my bones. It’s the feeling I get just as I’m about to do something big.
“What if I wasn’t?”
That’s the second scariest question. Damn. It’s like I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
That’s the thing with dreams; you never know until you try. But nobody really tells you how hard it is to try. How hard it is to get that first foot off the ground and place it a few inches ahead of yourself, when you can’t see the ground you’re stepping onto.
What if there’s thorns? What if there’s quicksand?
“But what if it’s everything I ever imagined it would be?” Sometimes you almost feel stupid to harbor such a hope. To look at all the odds, and go against the current in chasing your dreams. And to keep in mind that it’s a lifelong journey and things could change any day. Any minute. Any second.

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Words: Feeling

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone

To not be laboured by heavy thoughts
To not be concerned by outer affairs
To do only what I’ve been programmed to do
Feel only what I’ve been programmed to feel
To live my life with a blank stare
With no smiles, with no tears
So that everything wasn’t so painful
Even if it’d mean I’d feel never joyful
I’d wake up every morning, blink three times
Wash my face, brush three times
Every breakfast, have three bites
Have a cup of coffee, as I begin to sell my soul
To the wheels that would control me, that chain my soul

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone
To not get so tired
To not feel so alone

Dee

WORDS: EMOTIONS

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Like I’m breathing more than just air. I’ve been like that lately, breathing has become more than just a bodily reflex. Breathing, the most basic of human instincts, has become an act that I cherish. Like every single second I am happy to be breathing. Happy to be alive. I don’t know what this is, but I think I’ve heard people call it happiness. Hmm.
As soon as I make this realisation, fear starts to creep in. My good old friend fear. I take another deep breath, as if to inhale as much of this “happiness” as I can before fear says anything.
Then she starts.
“So you’re happy, huh?” she starts with a smirk.

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WORDS| Navalayo’s

image by John Onyango

AURORA’S SONG

A thousand deaths I have died

And many tears I have cried

But look at me, I’m still alive

I begged but the devil wouldn’t take me

It was even worse to have the creator forsake me Continue reading WORDS| Navalayo’s