Fling

Eyes like sweet nectar reels me in

Like Eve, I hunger for the forbidden

If caught, the devil bears the blame

The danger thrills,

It dissolves wills

Right or wrong fades

Awashed in the  web of Hades

I cling, I long for the sting

Wishing it wasn’t all but a fling

For I’m drawn like cancer to the body

I’m attached like lice to the hair

I’m stuck like pimple to the face

I’m pulled like pin to a magnet

Yet I must pretend

With another to whom I pledge

Undying devotion

I have now become Janus

A robot that serves its master and

A companion to a company

Short Story

“Agi, Agi, the sun is beating us human blue black and you are here snoring”  polished manicured nails pinched the lump-like form on the bed.  “Eh-eh” was the reply from Agnes who went back to sleep like an addict on a high, though she had a smile on her face.

“Wait here, lemme come back and catch you sleeping” Madame Clara hissed and left in a fury. She couldn’t do anything to Agnes. She was Oga’s newest collection and she acted like a priced porcelain doll that would break at the slightest manhandling.

On hearing the click, Agnes woke up and stretched, her arms reached the headboard. She looked lanky for a girl her age and she took to her form as a bear would a forest. 

Birth

A sound
A release
A purge
A symphony
A sob
A save
A stitch
A healing
A closure
A departure
A reawakening
A journey
A discovery

Discarded

Back hunched,
Head tilted downwards
Butt grazing the hard worn seat
Like a vulture who's waited long for its corpse
Munching and punching its beak at its prey
As my the fingers show my keypads no mercy
All for the hustle
All for the good life
All for the greener pasture.
Fueled by the caffeine,
Really don't care if I'd go insane( I hope not)
Maybe it might be the death of me
Really don't know, as I speak for all  of "we"
Maybe like a recharge card
We are only useful until scratched
And discarded after by the name tag" downsizing'
Our names spoken in silent whisper by the hallways
Our toils only remembered when convenient
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Love Sucks

Does one ever know if love is pure?

Or is the mind playing tricks with the emotions?

Thinking with the heart rather than the head

 Aren’t feelings ought to come from an undiluted source

How come blood rushes to the head at the sight of an endowed girl?

Entangled nerves that go berserk at the sighting of an Amazon guy

Loss of speech or deep swirling of clod up spittle that refuses to flow

Is what one suffers from without an antidote to reverse the effect

And like a enchanted maiden or master, the feeling skyrocket

To a plane where love is deemed the aphrodisiac

And how hard the fall is once the hypnosis is over

Reeling from the shock that all was a fantasy

The endowed girl has warts the size of a boulder

The Amazon dude has packs the size of two round trailer tires

Does one ever know how to measure love?

Or how many doses should be taken in equal measure

To avoid the pitfalls and be free from

 The unbearable weight of guilt that one could be saddled

With waking everyday with the irrepressible loathing

Of the wife or husband sleeping soundly 

Without the knowledge that all was a mistake

Caused by the thing below the midsection,

Caused by the fluttering butterflies in the stomach

That died the day the vows were exchanged

How to fix the fixers

I know that there are a lot of girls that still get harassed by boys in the name of street toasting. what do you do when asking them to stop following you falls on deaf ears? do you cuss, shout to attract attention?. Having the best arsenal is all you need. well, these are my two tips and remember, they are tested, tried and bookmarked.

Play with your phone: They call them smartphones for a reason. with the amount used in purchasing them, they should get you out of any crisis!! when you find yourself in  a situation that you don't want to handle, Mr smartphone should rescue you.

when you sense that you are being followed and you are in no mood to play the I-don't-want-to-talk card or use the stony silence approach, whip your phone out, scroll through your contact like you intend calling, press the dial button and start talking. works for me all the time

The downfall is that you should a real imaginative mind, have a range of topic in mind, never break, else Mr stalker will pounce( all he needs is a small window), also pray you don't have a real call come through.

Use Threat: Okay, I don't mean physical threat. just some made up threat. I live in a secured place where we have security guards manning the gates. On my way back from work, I had this dude following me. I was too tired to play with my phone. so I just turned to him and said "would you like me to tell the guards that you are a thief trying to rob me?" immediately he retreated. I would suggest the faint of heart or Lilly livered ones don't try this except you mean it. your body language, the scowl on your face should translate that you mean to carry it out.

The downside is that you should know the territory you are in and you should gauge the size of your opponent.

P.s  like "meds", take doctor's advice.don't ignore warning signs.
P.P.s: I have done my neighborly bit. so go out and take over the street.

Signs

Creepy!
Prickle on my skin
Mirrored the bruise on my chin
Left by the tremor of realism
Clutched in the arms of idealism.

Slimy!
Spittle in my mouth
Paralleled to eyes gorged out
Removed by the panic of surrealism
Pinned by the hands of sadism.

Grimy!
Plaster on the cluttered wall
Echoed by the hallowed passage
Replaced by the glee of narcissism
Glued by the nails of masochism