The Diary of a Weeping Widow 2

Previously on The Diary of a Weeping Widow The melancholy that hung in the air was so thick you could almost slice it with a knife; ironically this is the exact sober ambiance that reverberated in the entire 22 years with this man. Gazing at his corpse I fought the urge to slam the casket door... Continue Reading →

The Diary of a Weeping Widow

The shit thing about falling in love is the fact that you cannot use logic to determine emotional decisions. The heart is verbatim of mental nearsightedness. The vision of a heart approximates seeing through Venetian blinds. The second the heart pilots judgement and resolutions, you are fucked. Why must we lose all senses in the... Continue Reading →

Emotional Niggas Are More Attractive

Societal pressure is a plague that has raised apathetic creatures that are compelled to put on stoic exteriors, for the preservation of the virility of a real man. Machismo has robbed us of  emotionally intelligent men and created psychological defects due to emotional constipation. A lot of men suffer from depression because it goes against... Continue Reading →

The Wistful Lady of Purgatory

The sinking feeling of a heart oscillating from side to side A shattering discord, a cracking heart, teary eyed Each piece a different note, chiming in a pensive sound the blood curdling howls of the hell hound The evil grasps a handful of my soul yanking it, nothing left but a black hole The smoldering embers... Continue Reading →

Mirror on the Wall

Smoke and mirrors Hold up a mirror to society A faint smile. Smoke screen There is a sobbing behind the screen A mirror that bears nothing but sad veracity  Forlorn and bare verisimilitude  Reflections paradox to the melancholy of an old soul Another smile? No, a mirage Illusions, the shadows of the great truth A canvas... Continue Reading →

Run Red Riding Hood! Run!

I have been thinking about the story of Little Red Riding Hood and it looks like I am edging towards dismembering a couple of folktales. Cinderella , Snow white , Rapunzel and all the other fantasy sadism. All the parabolic nuance is awesome, hey I have read outlandish theories and I must say even I... Continue Reading →

The Kiss of Judas

A cold frigid peck of deception Unraveling a sequence of  dark inception  The heart speaks a different language, extrasensory perception A rhythm that chimes in with wistful retrospection Beautiful days drenched in laughter and innate affection The delightful recollections  a soulful reflection Sentimental falsehood the face of treachery The whispers of an ophidian, a vague memory Clad in duplicity... Continue Reading →

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