One evening, a male mortician died inside the funeral parlor that he owns. The parlor has been operating for ten years inside a big business center. Prior to the incident, seven friends of the mortician working within the same business center visited him in seven different days. The suspects are the following: a martial artist, a barber, a chef, a dentist, an engineer, a freelancer and a gangster.
No physical evidence of homicide was found when the mortician died inside the said funeral parlor. However, the family members filed a case against all suspects who relied solely on statements submitted by witnesses in the last ten days before the mortician died.
The initial report of the forensic experts stated that the mortician died of natural cause.
Who do you think is the culprit?...
Categories:
freelancer, mystery,
Form: Prose
A journalist jokes not with jotter,
His news - hunting hours makes shorter,
To the task devotion much truer
And to the penned down stick, though fewer
Journalist should trust news - filled jotter,
Their minds firm; sure legs that don't totter.
No lumbering of facts like hewer,
All junks to not escape the sewer.
Truths clean jotters twist not nor slaughter,
From the mind lifted straight yields gutter
Power jotters bring out from the pen,
Pen becomes A lion outside Den
One man who speedily wastes ten
This I've kept telling Freelancer Ken.
Categories:
freelancer, career, community, image, words,
Form: Rhyme
Every man with a sense of purpose has what he wants: a homeowner – a homeownership; a slickster, as slick as a public pool’s bottom, – a public pool; a villain – curses; a hero – a commemorative plaque on the wall of the house wherein he lived for a quarter century with his miserable marriage. I want nothing, ergo, I have nor marriage, nor curses, nor plaque, nor homeownership. I have no pool either.
Here we have an illustration of the deficiencies of a freelancer's lifestyle.
Categories:
freelancer, life,
Form: Prose
A hercules, rising at six a.m, has three scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, fries, toast, orange juice, and coffee. I wake up at noon and can't face food until at least two p.m.
Here we have an illustration of the deficiencies of a freelancer's lifestyle.
Categories:
freelancer, life,
Form: Prose
bullets
bullets
for
my
love
eveything
i have dug
shovels from above
holes plugged with love
hard to hold a scorching hand
plagiarize all that you think
i
am
i
am
woman
i
am
man
poetical freelancer stance
lone tropical paradicial wolf dance
art shredded vows wording sheep sounds
risen collision dusted blood stained shadows
that freaking between your ears smears on me
death beside death makes it hard to breathe
take this an even
mask off
of
me
what marionette marooned
screams detected
in
the
closet broom
witches nose the moon
hello-man crazy
he has lost his mind
here in the cellar
warm at times
dripping water
in
missed corner
was that mold
how old are you child
these bruises look pretty fresh
does that hurt when they do that
don't touch me
here they come
cellar door freaks
light narrowly showing through
my chains never get that far
must be that time again
let's just lay here
and
pretend
bullets
?
Categories:
freelancer, art,
Form: Lyric
how oftentimes
aches awake
what day
have to
to be
a
dance
a
laugh
a
cry
a sing
a
a
sigh
sing with me
outloud out proud
what have we done
with
me
here he is
this mad man effect
affectiond freelancer
dance her with absence
lead me to her room
fly on my carpet
while shagging her broom
my love felt by branded scars sorrow
nighttime has leaderd me through brokenness
what shattered pieces left in the palm of my hands
catch for me this silence
watch as it forests trees
these leaves of left
found binding what is
write
no write to be wrote before right
what words are left to capture love
this circumstances arrival learning to
behind the forward motion emotion
which comes first
answer me
love me
no me
rhyme
how oftentimes
?
Categories:
freelancer, art,
Form: Concrete
Love getting to the point in words for a merc. world He's really is on the stick balanced and in between works and on fire will he realize this a recipe for a shish kabob date 2/11/2016
Categories:
freelancer, humor, irony, jobs, parody,
Form: Grook
....
All I remember,
I woke up on the bench,
faced up to the sky,
near the muddy river,
who am I?
I stood up,
I saw disappointing look on river reflection,
while whirlpools were circling around my sad reaction.
I decided.
It took me a long time.
I stole a gun,
to the bank I hobbled,
robbed back the money that they robbed from me.
Went to my ex,
had sex,
took her gently by her hand,
and went to the distant land.
On the sandy beaches,
learned a lesson that life teaches.
Wasted rest of my days,
near the light blue ocean,
we all have mysterious ways.
Life is full of commotion.
No need to comment,
I'm nighty five at the moment,
I realized I'm both,
dancer and freelancer
Unfortunately now I'm dying of a cancer.
I played,
I lied,
I made,
I died.
Categories:
freelancer, growing up, life, time,
Form: Free verse
Facebook is a weird virtual place
Where people say things they’d dare not say to your face
I’ve seen wives as young as seven
And Facebook husbands as young as eleven
There are what I call Facebook ghosts
Who stay offline and leave their wall dormant the most
Contrary to that are those morons who change their profile pic everday
And others who blow up my homepage with stuff as lame as gay
This includes everyone stupid prom, homecoming, and halloween pics
But they are all annoying like a school full of pricks
Wait… those are the ones blowing up my Facebook wall
Sometimes I have to keep refreshing the homepage to avoid the ugly pics in a whole
Poking people is interesting – it’s virtual flirting
But a guy better not poke me he’ll find himself hurting
Cuz that’s not just weird, it’s *****
Go get a hangover from chugging a beer
Oh, and one more thing, the annoying people on chat
Always asking me the same stupid questions like ‘where you be at?’
So I force myself to calm down and give the same answer
Yes, Facebook is one strange freelancer
Categories:
freelancer, teen, people, halloween, me,
Form: Rhyme
Electrified by
Judging height of waterfall
From bottom to top
As vision is freelancer
Can go against gravity
Categories:
freelancer, nature, philosophy,
Form: Tanka