Takeaway girl- poem
I want a takeaway girl,
to put in my pocket and go Continue Reading
I want a takeaway girl,
to put in my pocket and go Continue Reading →
Ceremoniously upset, Mitch pulled out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Continue Reading →
She stood, her back towards him, in a very ominous way. Continue Reading →
“Where the fuck are they?” he grumbled while he opened all the drawers of his living room desk. He would absentmindedly leave his keys on the first place he found and therefore he needed to look for them in odd… Continue Reading →
Tragedy rarely comes unannounced but it flows to our heart in small sporadic doses. We always try to arbitrarily attribute the quality of tragic to a single event, such as a Tsunami or a Holocaust, but even these events are… Continue Reading →
You have pictures surrounded by people on Facebook; I’m alone in front of my computer; you fill your Instagram with self motivation quotes ; I run out of optimism ; you save up for travelling ; I have nothing to spend my money… Continue Reading →
Come on girl, answer my call don’t give me a sexy picture and a silent phone. Come on buddy, don’t leave me in the clouds, while I chase after fantasies to find your whereabouts. But my heart is cramping cuz… Continue Reading →
Urban sights of dazzling shades are depicted on your face, arched by a concrete smile painted in ocher colors. A peanut buttered pigeon attains Nirvana and floats up to the sky before we step on it, while a drunken shadow… Continue Reading →
Amy was preparing herself to sleep, although she wasn’t sleepy. At her grandparents’, bedtime was at 10 pm, which was a huge contrast to her bedtime back at home, around midnight. She’d always bring along a book so she could… Continue Reading →