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Hunter Of Words

By the day’s grief

By the night’s joy

In the moment

Hunting for words

With the armor head

Shed the skin in dirt

Unveil the beauty

Of words I created

 

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Triumph At The End Of The Road

Struggling through the edges of discomfort

Riding on the rough road of potholes

The rickety vehicle all clogged up with filth

Skin torn from thick spikes on leaves in the forest

Triumph at the end of the road

Not just a winner from survival

But a grateful conqueror who knows no bounds

Echo Me Love

The wooden floor creaked silently, I clicked on the light quickly and saw the shadow which moved briskly along the corridor, varnishing into thin air.

I moved further down the stairs shivering with fear, my toes barely touching the cold wood found it’s way to the landing in the living- room; there I saw it, the eyes red shot, blood dripping from his mouth.

A loud screech echoed from an unknown destination. I opened my eyes where I lay on the hospital bed, with a vague uneasiness, not knowing how I got there.

There I saw him right beside my bedpost smiling sexily, looking erotically intense into my eyes. His unbuttoned shirt hung loose on him, his torso bulging out beneath the plain white tight singlet.

He looked so dangerously handsome with his pink lips pouting out calling for a bountiful kiss. He raised his hands and touched my cold skin. He said to me quietly,’I killed him for you, my love, I would protect you for the rest of my life.’ I closed my eyes in despair for a second, I opened it and he was gone.

Silent whispers

In those moments

Of quietude

When I sit alone in silence

Waiting for inspiration

Comes spiralling in the air

Whispers of assurance

Goose bumps appear on my skin

My head spins, heartbeat decelerates

It will come

In  baskets of fruits

In time of bountiful harvest

So many of it awaits

For you my dear

Be patient a little bit !!!

 

That Sultry Zingy Thing

Zing!  Zing! Zing

I felt it it buzz in my head

Flip! Flap! Flip

Thinking it was on my skin

No!  I couldn’t place a finger on it

Degeneration of generational thongs

Mainstream of activities in the bewildered

Ouch! it prickled my sensitivity

Awful pins and needles

Ejaculating my sensations back to life

Tinging me for the callipygian ideal

Asking me to move in the rythm

Vibrating me to be sultry

Comfy?

Care-less, as long as it is as it is

It zings out the  bumpy thing behind me.