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Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Indeed
In some instances, love hurts. And like a pinch, it works through three stages, the initial pain, which then calms and earths a pulsing uncomfortable warm feeling on the skin and finally, leaving a mark so one is forever reminded, the date, the time the surroundings, all taken into account.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Truth be told
If it was that important, you would know.
If it was that important, you would be there.
But, it's not.
I would say trust me, but I'd rather keep my mouth shut.
If it was that important, you would be there.
But, it's not.
I would say trust me, but I'd rather keep my mouth shut.
Friday, 20 January 2012
SPEECHLESS!
Ok. This is Beautiful.
Ways in which your creativity can be utilized is endless.
Watch it in full!
Shouts to Ruth for pointing this out to me.
WOW.
What do you think of this people? type away!!
Ways in which your creativity can be utilized is endless.
Watch it in full!
Shouts to Ruth for pointing this out to me.
WOW.
What do you think of this people? type away!!
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
The Numbers Game
It depends on the number,
that big difference between the single and the double,
this on going argument of where your moral compass lies
its your heart vs your principle
you choose.
for she was fine,
personality to match,
conversations 2/4 hours into the AM's till morning breath reminds you its sleep time
Divine,
and as conversation grew we both got close,
Digging deeper into our lives, even in sex talk, we thrived.
Comfortable,
madame would lay her head on my side within the warmth holding me,
whisking a bloomful of her presence caught by my nasal hair leaving it to fester just a minute longer,
sharing experiences whether good or bad
she was a curious one, as was I.
so when I asked how many guys she slept with and she said over 20
I said Fuck,
over 20 guys.
And unfortunately, that ship capsized.
and believe that's the first and last time I ever asked that question,
and at that age sad to say it somewhat tainted her reflection,
how the things we been through prior to that conversation didn't seem to matter
but rather,
as she spoke, I kept on seeing 2 and the other digit in bold red moving back and forth taunting in my face and she knew that was a problem, especially being that she had more than me and i am the man
but does it depend on the number?
double digits is one thing but could you fall in love if they slept with 60 and over?
Could you start a fresh?
The irony
for they would still carry that personality you fell for without highlighting the partners they fell for and as a man,
it bothers me to increase numbers on twitter, let alone a partner.
Men lie,
women lie,
Numbers don't? bullshit, both sexes lie about that crap all the time in fear that they could loose someone that's prime
the worse thing being you walk down the street and your partner is well known,
specific waves and code translated through smiles and this is the fear.
but if love overrules all then who I am I to judge,
for my reaction to madame probably pushed her numbers up when in reality it could have just stopped.
The numbers game
A state where women are classed as whores if they past the single digit frame
A state where men are seen as the guys for reaching the double digit fame
But ask any guy whether they would settle with that girl who slept with over 50 guys and he may laugh in your face or tell her to walk on by.
Or the individual that makes mistakes with numbers, thinking this person is the one ending up to be another, so rather than increase they dip back to a previous lover
Thus sex is recycled
Relationships live no longer.
The numbers game
Where meeting that person is a risk
A gamble that the routine phone calls, visits remain after,
That the novelty does not wear thin
That you did not give up a digit,
For no reason.
that big difference between the single and the double,
this on going argument of where your moral compass lies
its your heart vs your principle
you choose.
for she was fine,
personality to match,
conversations 2/4 hours into the AM's till morning breath reminds you its sleep time
Divine,
and as conversation grew we both got close,
Digging deeper into our lives, even in sex talk, we thrived.
Comfortable,
madame would lay her head on my side within the warmth holding me,
whisking a bloomful of her presence caught by my nasal hair leaving it to fester just a minute longer,
sharing experiences whether good or bad
she was a curious one, as was I.
so when I asked how many guys she slept with and she said over 20
I said Fuck,
over 20 guys.
And unfortunately, that ship capsized.
and believe that's the first and last time I ever asked that question,
and at that age sad to say it somewhat tainted her reflection,
how the things we been through prior to that conversation didn't seem to matter
but rather,
as she spoke, I kept on seeing 2 and the other digit in bold red moving back and forth taunting in my face and she knew that was a problem, especially being that she had more than me and i am the man
but does it depend on the number?
double digits is one thing but could you fall in love if they slept with 60 and over?
Could you start a fresh?
The irony
for they would still carry that personality you fell for without highlighting the partners they fell for and as a man,
it bothers me to increase numbers on twitter, let alone a partner.
Men lie,
women lie,
Numbers don't? bullshit, both sexes lie about that crap all the time in fear that they could loose someone that's prime
the worse thing being you walk down the street and your partner is well known,
specific waves and code translated through smiles and this is the fear.
but if love overrules all then who I am I to judge,
for my reaction to madame probably pushed her numbers up when in reality it could have just stopped.
The numbers game
A state where women are classed as whores if they past the single digit frame
A state where men are seen as the guys for reaching the double digit fame
But ask any guy whether they would settle with that girl who slept with over 50 guys and he may laugh in your face or tell her to walk on by.
Or the individual that makes mistakes with numbers, thinking this person is the one ending up to be another, so rather than increase they dip back to a previous lover
Thus sex is recycled
Relationships live no longer.
The numbers game
Where meeting that person is a risk
A gamble that the routine phone calls, visits remain after,
That the novelty does not wear thin
That you did not give up a digit,
For no reason.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
And If He Were Alive
I would want him to just tell me stories, whether fantasy, real life or horrors,
I would want him to wrap me in his words enchanted as he paints scenarios as real as my touch towards another, fixated for he must have been a storyteller without knowing
Raising 6 girls is no easy task but in his eyes, when I arrived, I was special, the only male, spoilt rotten mum says.
If he were alive I Would want him to teach me the way of life.
I wonder whether I carry his traits subconsciously, he loved me, I know that much
An African man, belly out as the sun beams, drink chilled in his own comfort.
Mum explains he rubbed alcohol on my tooth when it ached, and as much as they disagreed, he remained silently stubborn, resting all talk as I soon slept
and if he were alive
I would not want to let go.
Excuses like a child would rail off my tongue as if my breath was the last..
Selfish
Yes, for I would want him to myself because you have had him for so long and as much as I remember his youthful face, I would have loved to see him at his old.
Feel the hardship in his hands, see the journey through his eyes
A puzzle of scattered pieces I'm still finding myself and if he were alive, he would help me
I miss that feeling I can't recall having, faint memories and if I could turn back time, there would be no point, for I was merely smiles. No words.
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