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I’m in a desert
And so are you
My soul’s melting and
Your eyes are running out of tears
Soon I’ll be nothing
but sand
And your veins
will hold my blood.

Open your eyes,
Look up to the sky
Feel the heat
Tearing out your eyes
You need me fast
But you’ve lost faith
In somethings
In yourself.
Oh, my killer,
I’ll save you still.

The hot sand is starting
to pull me in.
I’ll give you hope.
Your heart will soon be
pumping my blood
and I’ll refresh you
and quench your thirst.
I’ll give you hope.
In a little while, friend
I’ll be running through your veins
I’ll be the reason
you’re awake
And I’ll be killing
The dead once I’m in you.
I’ll give you hope.
Tear me open
with my claws
and my flesh,
Will become yours
and most importantly,
My blood, yours.

We have a long way ahead of us
So let’s just sit
And embrace the heat
And give hope to our kind



👌 Iwritealot


Identity ;
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be crazy
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?
I treated my weaknesses vainly
Now my world is grizzly
Void of emotions

I dream of better times
But I know dreamers lie
Do dreamers lie?
The winter slumber
Creates the illusory.

To live is to think
Thoughts over imaginations
I think red daisies
Blue roses
Straight circles
Pink nights
Purple rain.
Mirrors into past moment
Foretell the casted personality
I know what is but not what isn’t
And then what is isn’t what is not.

Socrates calls me a fool
I know not;
And I know not that I know not
Socrates calls me a fool
But do I claim to know
When knowledge is certainty
And certainty is unreachable
How then can I know
Perhaps I’ll pray.

Religion only for the masses ;
I guess am an elite
I’ve forgotten how to pray
I’ve lost my urge to need
I’ve lost my quest for believe
Opium of the masses
If that is what I used to be
What have I become?

I am
I think
I know
Sanity equals insanity
Ten thousand twisted edges of life
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be insane
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?

👌 Iwritealot


We live our lifes
Either consciously or not
Believing in one supernatural being
Different from each other
Yet the message the preach the same

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My life’s Irony

I don’t have time to have time
I don’t have the will to have zeal
I am not strong enough to feel strength
I haven’t been cold enough to appreciate warmth.
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My dilemma

Ever felt so empty?
Like a thousand questions spiraling in your head
Yet no hope for even just one answer
yet you feel so certain, that it all comes down to one thing.

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TALE OF A SURVIVOR (chapter 4)

‘How do you feel? ‘
Her office was more like an interrogation room, it lacked colour and everything was either grey or ugly. I saw why her patients made rapid improvements, no one could stand her office for long. And so just like in the movies, I was laying on a long ugly grey couch with a flawlessly dressed psychologist staring at me. From her cream coloured jacket to her tailored black gown, red shoes and expensive from the looks of it, she looked stunning and they all complemented her tiny body frame.

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Michelle’s memoir (chapter one /part one)

Darkness, silence, and stillness all that I could feel. Was I alive? Could I breathe? I was not even sure if I was experiencing some sort of afterlife. The question was how the hell I got there. “Hell isn’t some devil in red trying to beat your soul into submission, neither was it filled with sulphur and brimstone.
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Tale Of A Survivor : chapter 3

this pikin no go kill me oh*’ Mama kept on repeating this words like someone out there was going to blame her for Ivie’s situation. We had been in the hospital for three hours and not a single word about her from the doctors. I was too shocked to notice what part of her body the blood had flowed from.This was Just what I needed, suspension from the office and now a half dead step sister. It almost felt like I was facing what Job in the Bible faced in the hands of the devil. It was way past grade ten, right then would have been the best time for God to send the devil back to his hole.

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