Mr. Niceguy walks into a bar on a Sunday night, still dressed in his church clothes, his bible tucked under his armpit. He takes a seat at the counter and orders a glass of water. The bartender looks him over once and obliges. He reaches for his wallet but the gentleman stops him. “Water’s free” … Continue reading Jerk Jerk Squat Smash: A Dance Number
This is Part 2 of a short story I posted on here a week ago. Click on this link to read it: An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light He woke up naked in the sand, the squint of his eyelids slowly drawing his vision into focus. It was morning, dawn. He could tell from the grey darkness … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Darkness
The drizzle blinded his windscreen, the frantic movement of the cars wipers doing little to help him see the uneven undulation of dirt road in front. Directing the wheel with one hand, he used the other to scroll through his phone for her number, the cars Bluetooth picked up the call. Outside, the rain fell … Continue reading An Ephemeral Twilight: The Light
From the wired netting of her window she stared blankly at leaves collectively swaying to their own gentle rhythm. It was that time of day between 5 P.M and 6, where if you were not too caught up in traffic or closing shop or engaged in some activity that demanded a certain degree of your … Continue reading Between the Hours: A Boring Look, at a Tired Existence.
She parks her car in the middle of the road, it’s empty, it’s dawn, her dress flutters in the wind: I do, have something to say, I do not want to be, silent anymore I have watched, through clenched teeth and forced smiles As you come in and out, but I’m tired My life is … Continue reading Alvin Akuamoah’s Bridge Side Medley
Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that's what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do … Continue reading About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.
"If i had just one wish, i'd wish everything in the world was free, but like the only thing you had to pay for was a heart. Not just that, but that the heart would be very very very cheap so everyone could afford one...but if everything was free, would anything really be cheap? Anyways, … Continue reading Cigarette Smokes in a Silent Bar, Alias: Kwame Rasta and the Heartless World
“Hello….Matilda?” “Daddyyyyy!!!! Good afternoon, good afternoon, good afternoon” “Hahaaaa good afternoon princess, how’s my little angel doing today?” “I’m okay I’m okay, this place really isn’t that bad after all Daddy, its amazing really” “Well, I’m glad you’re doing fine there, you know how your mom and I were worried about your placement” “It’s really … Continue reading Matilda
Hey, Anobokiti here.. but you already know that. Based on the success of my last "poetry post" I decided to share something I wrote yesterday with you guys. Do you ever feel imprisoned? Like the path you are supposed to take has been literally drawn out for you and going against it would just be … Continue reading Freedoms songs beyond my wall.