by | | FlashFiction
The world is confusing, it is continously spinning
It does not stop for a second, it does not wait for the weak
It is a mechanical device on its own, a clockwork that keeps ticking
It moves on and on, only the strongest and fittest survive at the end.
The paradoxical world is the world we live in
The rules are what governs us, yet they serve
the wishes of the masters above the ordinary race
The control and manipulate the others below their hands.
Break out, and be ridden of like dust in the air
Question, and be silenced in the cells of eternity
Rebell, and be ripped into shreds of meat on a hook
Listen, and be safe.
by | | FlashFiction
by | | FlashFiction
by | | FlashFiction
Screaming into the night
Screaming into the chilling air
Scream till it all fades
Scream till it all disappears
Scream till the skies breaks apart
Scream till the earth cracks
Scream till my lungs burst
Scream till my tears bleed
Scream… till my death.
by | | FlashFiction
Our existence is temporary.
Nothing can stop time from running.
Tick … tick … tick.
Gone.
Memories.
Flashes.
Love.
Lights above…
“Come towards me…. towards the light
You will be safe in heaven. ”
Fading.
by | | FlashFiction
Q: Who is the smarter one here – the one who control the rat race or the one who run in it?
Of course, you would answer… the ones who control the rat race!
So which would you choose to do… to control it or run in it?
“Control it of course!” the crowds shouted.
Then why are 90% of you still running in it and denying it and not doing anything about it?
*One thousand and one excuses to defend themselves”
Denial denial and more denial.
Welcome to the real world.
by | | FlashFiction
Spinning spinning around in circles
In warped confusion, in warped realities
The frustration that boils, the anger it unleashes
The tormented mind that is locked up in a cell
It hurts completely, it distorts perceptions
The works that no one seems to appreciate
The endless hours of conceptualising and creating
The cries of a hungry young child wanting to be heard
The blurring line between what is real and what is not
The insanity that fuels the passion of revealing the truth
The irregular heartbeats, the caged mind of the existence.
Kill me, before i perish.
by | | FlashFiction
The world is an illusion.
To each his own
To use and manipulate
To enjoy the luxuries of the sufferings of others.
To wipe out the weaker species
To revolutionise and oppress threats to control
To womanise and materialise
To reach the highest and throw the others down
To conquer and ensalve the enemy
Win, or you will lose.
by | | FlashFiction
Love is like a packet of cookies
Each savoury bite filled with
Melted chips and crunchy bits
Filled with sweetness to the brim.
by | | FlashFiction
Diamonds, Oil, Gold bars
Riches, Treasures, Luxuries
If i can promise you all
Would you accept it?
You can have all your material needs fulfilled
Your dream house, your car and your every need
First class service, VIP treatment
Your dreams will all come true
If you give yourself up to the material
Come closer, give me your love
Your heart and your soul
And i will give you the material
You will be content in the riches
Just be my mistress, my secret lover
And i will reward your love with money
You can have any thing you want
You just have to give yourself up to me.
My love is not based on value
My happiness will not be compromised
With luxury clothes or cars
I will not accept the material
Back off, you can’t buy my love.
