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Cheap Days

Friday nights are the nights to show 
dat you have been slaving all week. 
The nights where all the shining bits 
and pieces come out. Ladies talk in 
loud gale voices, showing off new 
dresses and shoes they can hardly 
walk in. When guys pretend that 
they own d town screaming 'money 
aint a thing'! But den we all know 
that every quid made within d week 
jumps out the window. Bar hoping is 
the theme of the night, loud music 
and lumpy bodies swaying to the 
beat. Hardly are the lyrics heard and 
off key is it always reproduced. My 
favourite part is watching the 
unbelievable amount of alcohol 
consumed. This nearly always 
creates this belief of invisibility. Then 
it happens, the first vomit for d 
night. Some unlucky cleaner is going 
to be cursing his mind off soon. Its 
almost 3am, the magic moment 
when you remember you are in the 
age of technology.....cell fone! Aha! 
One of the little wonders of some 
dumb but smart fool's brain wave. 
The call for the ride home after 
tripping over almost every 
miraculously propped up curb. 
Unlucky day and you find yourself on 
d floor blaming everybody but your 
careful self! Another night well 
spent, and tomorrow comes with the 
well earned hang over. But for now 
all that matters is you made d best 
of your weekly wage! Kudos! Shite! 
Totally forgot, the rent is due by the 
moro! You best just drink a little 
more and block the thought of the 
caretaker!

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When the Chips Are Heavy

Minus 200 points she thought! How 
disgusting he could be, clinging to 
his older ones like he wasn't old 
enough to make his decisions 
himself. Let's wait for them he said, 
like choosing between rice and pasta 
will change d world. Give them 
space she said, hating d puppy dog 
movement, despising d very fact 
that she couldn't take a step without 
him thinking he was straying too far 
from the clan. U grumble too much 
he said, but immediately agrees 
when the others said d same as she 
had. Now its decision time, how 
much can she truly take?? She's had 
enough of been tied to someone 
that was holding on for his dear life 
at his mother's apron.

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You Are

U are one of the reasons  why some 
women are barren, with God looking 
at people like you that he gave 
children and u av failed miserably to 
guide and protect them. You are 
one of the reasons why we see the 
streets littered with runaway kids 
looking for a better life. To them 
anything is better than what you 
have shown them as life. You are 
one of the reasons why there are so 
many damage adults walking 
amongst us as our brothers, sisters, 
mothers, fathers, friends, bosses. 
You are one of the reason why our 
young ladies sleep with anybody and 
everybody just for a min or two of 
love and compassion. You are part 
of the rot that smells in our society 
today, that smell that just won't go 
away. You are part of that secret 
pain and shame we hold in our 
hearts that stings and draws tears to 
our eyes. You are part of the 
reasons why a little child's face is 
wrinkled with hopelessness. You 
were created to be the best gift any 
child should have but discover as 
just another poison ivy. You are the 
worse possible kind of traitor, for 
your type of betrayal is beyond low. 
You hurt for your pleasure and seek 
to destroy. You don't stop until the 
damage is irreversible. U seek to 
justify your doings, telling yourself 
that you know better for you have 
been here longer but what you don't 
know is that time changes 
yesterday. May you rest your heart 
at night knowing that the table may 
turn on you in the morning. May you 
taste that which you dish out so 
mercilessly. May you hold scars of 
wounds so deep you never forget 
that which you have done. You are 
the painful memories of our future.

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Erotica

Another day gone in history with no remarkable print in history to be remembered by.  Night time,  the only time I get the opportunity for that five minutes of sweet escape. In my mind, visions of you, me, us is as real as the bed I lie on. That five minutes when I can actually taste your sweet dark chocolate taste with no reservation, no shame just euphoria. Strong, dark and powerful with the feel of individuality.  Authenticity describes that which I savour mixed with a good helping of originality making reality seem dull. Heighten senses as awareness of the surreal becomes real. Pleasure to touch even for the briefest moments of lips that might never know each other. Intense rush of emotions I cannot describe as we inter twine as one only for a second. Seconds which leaves satisfied feelings for a life time. Your voice which is only audible to me, ever caressing places the flesh has never been before with words so deep, it draws tears to my eyes.  My soul craving more of you, these feelings, fulfilment. Lost within moments as sleep steals me away from you once more. We shall meet again when the night comes once more.

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Harder To Breathe

Some term it as choking, but I see 
it differently. When it hurts this bad, 
it feels like you are drowning. 
Nothing seems to be working. All 
roads leads to doom and gory.  
Funny how I never once saw light 
ever. Does that mean that there 
isn't an end to this tunnel? Who do I 
lean on? Who do I cry to? Feels like 
been a pawn on a chess board,  
knowin u are bound to meet an 
unfavourable end.

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Questions

Its one of those cold days you just don't ignore, Still but it stings. On my way out of town but with the daunting thought that I must return by dusk. Aching for myself and my friend that has shown me so much love over the year as to the point that our pain merges and yet not enough strength to bear the burden. Constantly tearing up with the thought of my own burden, I was not prepared for those words when he said them" my mother has got cancer". I felt the bottom of my world breaking away once again for the millionth time within the space of six months.  Devastated does not begin to describe my pain. The good ones always go first, why?? Is it not enough that we suffer? Is it not enough that we are broken? Where is the justice in further suffering? I have not enough tears left for one more burden, not enough room on my fragile shoulder to lift one more load. My dearest friend know that I love you and will pray with you for her. I will be there for you, yes my friend we shall lift this burden together.

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White Flag

And the four seasons of loneliness 
just keeps on interchanging while 
little by little I feel it ebbing away on 
what's left of what use to be me. 
With little or no fight left in me to 
stop it, I can feel the cold drops of 
tears falling. My soul hollow and 
filled with despair. Scars from 
previous fights- some won, some 
lost- covering my heart. Finally 
breaking under a burden too heavy, 
I finally lift up my white flag with 
shame. So this is how my story 
ends?