Waiting To Water

“Eish… eish” I said for like the tenth time as I hopped from leg to leg And for the tenth time, she pulled her upturned nose out of her vibrant looking novel to spare me a glance. Her eyebrows were asking me the question she wasn’t sure she wanted an answer to. I sat down,…

Some Nights

Some nights She would whisper to me In sighs and Innuendos mumbling in hushed sentences and darting eyes Fear and excitement and interest Lost within the disclosure and mutterings and undertones She would hold me, arms outstretched Divulgence seeping through her every manner Breathing phrases at me, murmuring words like; “Say nothing my love, say…

I Shouldn’t Have

I shouldn’t have let him advance into my room, into me from friend, to roommate, to lover Now one thing must lead to another excited conversations of the eyes have been replaced by intense groping and sweaty grabs now he more than talks to me he mumbles his words with his lips pressed against mine…

7 Ways To Subtly Mess With Someone

Hi Guys, sorry for disappearing for so long. Life and adulting gets in the way sometimes. Anyway, I’m glad to be back and boy, am I glad to share this post with you. I found this on my Stumbleupon and I know you would love it! I always enjoy messing about with my friends, having…

Averment of Self

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness It took me years to understand that this too is a gift” Tears and Blood I feel them merge and swirl beneath the surface of my faux-hardened face They bubble to the layer right at the top, impendent to overflow and spill maybe even…

Within Her Mind

“She’s annoying” “Why? Because she’s not you?” The stillness extended and the tension grew, sneaking in through the spaces in each window net, the dour drafts, and the slice of space underneath each door. Flopping on the bench, she let out an angry howl “You make me so angry!” He said nothing to that. There…

Diagnosed. (R18)

The antiseptic smell of a hospital is one that you’ll never forget in a hurry and time seems to slow down when you are lying face up towards the white washed ceilings, bottom half covered in the thin cloth that served as the duvet. It’s been 4 days since the accident and I was so…

Monday Is An Oppressor.

Monday is a man Monday is a tall, tribalistic hoity-toity man, not like Abacha, more like Hitler. a man who would demean all humans with one look, a man sure of who he is and where he is going. Annoyingly dependable, like a hot iron melting a slice of butter, he will appear. Not with…

Sunday Is A Flirt

Hi Everyone, this week, i’m just going to be posting a lot of free flow pieces. I hope u enjoy them.    Sunday Is A Flirt… See how she smiles into my closed lids when the sun breaks out of the azure sky, To give me hope so bright like a new lover’s kiss So…

His New Year’s Gifts

I’m supposed to have posted this for The Naked Convos ‘s The Writer competition but I wasn’t sure. I hope you enjoy it regardless.    Madness is said to begin in a few moments, by the turning of the hand of probably the most giant wall clock you would ever see. Like the mental clock…