you, too, think he was a coward, no? “what a pussy!” “he quit too soon, what a shame!” “never thought he was the suicide sort!” you have conveniently forgotten that you too had tried to end your life a zillion times but stopped – not because you mustered the zeal to stay alive but because […]
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It’s too powerful! I loved this dashing unflinching articulation. Thanks Chey for writing such a wonderful piece! 🙂
I m sorry
I am sorry that I never lived up to your expectation.
And I am sorry for every time I questioned your rules and regulations.
I am sorry for every NO when I should’ve said Yes.
And I am sorry for not being a damsel in distress.
I am sorry for liking Tinkerbelle instead of Cinderella.
And sorry for not liking that pink coloured umbrella.
I am sorry that I punched that guy when he did wrong to my best friend.
And I am sorry for wearing clothes that weren’t even of the trend.
More than that I am sorry for not being the ideal girl type.
Because good girls don’t rebel and never do they create any hype.
I know that I should be a good girl and aspire to be a princess.
Because ‘to look good’ is my only power and sole purpose is…
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The nutcracker can chip my soul that often smells of rotten emotions but not my thoughts that pass undetected through reality realms.Note to rotten emotions that refuse to sublimate : You should start using deodorants as your stink results in my bones cracking.Note to bones that crack like porcelain dolls : There’s a reason I […]
In one of the rare interviews he did, the fiction writer and poet Denis Johnson — who died on Wednesday at 67 — was asked about his craft, and he quoted these lines from Joseph Conrad: “My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see. That — and no more, and it is everything.”
In his own novels and poems, Mr. Johnson fulfilled that task with extraordinary savagery and precision. He used his startling gift for language to create word pictures as detailed and visionary, and as varied, as paintings by Edward Hopper and Hieronymus Bosch, capturing the lives of outsiders — the lost, the dispossessed, the damned — with empathy and unsparing candor. Whether set in the bars and motels of small-town America, or…
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As my pen writes,new emotions opens up,sometimes sad and sometimes jovial.The ink is like my blood that flows in me,for that is the most precious gem that keeps my mind going.The blank sheet is like my life,in which I decide to write the uncountable chapters of mirth or even cry.I shatter at times and become […]