Category: Literary block

Torn-made

Torn-made

November 3, 2016

“I have auditioned twenty times, I got five calls back, but each of them gave an excuse saying my role was removed to save cost. I couldn’t blame them, since the role didn’t make so much sense. I didn’t want to give up, so I tried music, they concluded I was good enough. That wasn’t enough to pull down any sort of hope, so I started to rap; they said I didn’t have the attitude. This time, I was brutally crushed, with the little hope I had left, I decided to audition for modeling, then I received a text message saying I was walking like someone who got a stick in between his thighs”… … More Torn-made

School crush

My School Crush- 1

October 29, 2016

The day I decided I couldn’t hold it in any longer was the night we were both sent on an official assignment, so we slept in a hotel just for that day, Dayo suggested we share the same room, I didn’t argue, I even loved the idea so I could finally tell him how I have been feeling for the past NINE years. I started with a light topic by how he was never serious with girls, that he was not getting any younger. He just smiled and told me he had a surprise for me… … More My School Crush- 1

Clarity

Clarity | Life-Trip

October 20, 2016

If I were to pit the knowing voice that arose from the confusion against the confused voice, the knowing voice would be like me after eight hours of sleep and a good breakfast, and the confused voice would be like me with no sleep and a shot of tequila.
The former just feels a little more trustworthy, a little sounder, and a little more grounded. The latter is louder, more repetitive, and maybe even a little more passionate, but it lacks substance. I get the very clear sense that I might be better served by the former.
That’s how I know that the knowing voice was clarity. … More Clarity | Life-Trip

truth be told

Truth Be Told

September 30, 2016

They came in like a saviour, smiling with their dark plans rubbing at our faces
We wanted some innovation but our lack of sophistication was coloured with tyranny.
We worked in a land where our mouth was sealed with iron rocks, because they were afraid of us eating from our earned sweats.
Maybe they knew we’ll get stronger, just like we are turning to be … More Truth Be Told

Translucent

September 24, 2016

I longed for you, searching the moon and the sky when you disappeared. I knocked the door of my heart, hoping it has locked you there somehow. I searched the darkest room to find you, but you were not there. You left me with an immerse hunger only you can satisfy… … More Translucent

shadows and thoughts

In my Shadows

September 23, 2016

When I look into the mirror, all I can see are my imperfections, my shortcomings. It’s like anything I do is always wrong. Okay, I tried considering it. Maybe a little or a bit because my consideration always end up with “one day, I’ll grow and be better”. But I’m never better and ready. I keep making mistakes. … More In my Shadows

Time

September 16, 2016

Ever since I was little,  I have never agreed I was still a child I felt like my head had this information that no child would ever understand. I felt really smart and growing up seemed like my goal. I counted my age and waited like one watching the sunset.