“The sins of the father are visited upon his children.” As far as ideal situations go,lying in a pool of you’re own blood in the school laundry room isn’t one of them.A close second is being stabbed by the school prefect.But thats just the situation im in.And if im honest its my fault. Whenever I … More Sins Of The Father
‘Some glad morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away…’ When I looked into those eyes,I knew the truth.A simple truth.I understood the deceit and the trick that had been played on me.If I’m being honest,I wanted to act out my lie.But that’s all it was,a lie.I remember when I saw you, after you’re … More The Wages Of Sin Are Death.
ACT 1. I remember the first time I saw her,there she was dancing in some dinghy backstreet bar.The kind of bars with music that makes sure you remember that you’re just a sorry drunk.A miserable drunk with nowhere to go and not much of a future ahead of you.I was young then, maybe a little … More To Zion
I like to drown,drown in the unbounded shores of my mind.Listless fantasies so long that no scribe could ever finish.I guess that’s why I like that you’re boat came to my shores. How many times have you crossed my mind.How much did I want it to be true.Im a cynic by nature but for you … More Of Mice And Men.
I remember a conflict from my childhood,one that involved my father and our then landlord.In this case the landlord played the usual role that all spiteful landlords like to play,he cut off the lights and water.And my father played his,although I’m not sure if it was that of a proud man or of a caring … More Warm Water For The Teeth.
How do you fall in love with a man?I guess thats a simple question without any simple answers.But i did fall in love with a man.In my 20s,so maybe im a late bloomer.A man I found in the middle of a time when for me, love had become a dagger.My frank.By far my favorite man.His … More Blonde – A Poem By Frank Ocean.
Here Iam,on this lonely island.All I have is a map,embedded somewhere in my memories.I guess its supposed lead me to my salvation.To find what the last of my faith still believes in. The only thing I possess is this boat and a little hope.But god knows how many ships have been lost to the sirens.How … More Searching for treasure Island.
Back when I was younger I use to be so terrified of death.Maybe it was because of this whole thing about heaven,hell and the devil.Nowadays not so much.Probably because these days I sin a little too much, the kind of sins that a young Katwa would hear about on a cold morning mass at Don … More One bright morning when this life is over.
Where to start.Where does a person start?Maybe I should start by saying I knew this would happen.That I chose blindness.That I believed everything you said, even when it wasn’t true. You’re not to blame.I guess I just wanted to to be a believer for once.To lose myself completely in something.To just forget to think for … More fly,fly away
There are things you wish could stay buried deep within you.Memories that deserve a dark corner,never to see light again.But the truth is no matter how far you run,no matter how fast,you cant outrun yourself.Deep wounds,leave bigger scars.The scars don’t go away,they just sit there taunting you.