His plane had crashed into this desert. Habitually, he opened his mouth to swear, and condemn all, with the filthiest words. The corporate honcho was known for his foul mouth and intimidating manner. He stopped at the sight of a tribal group, moving ominously towards him. The brutes were armed with spears and knives. The … Continue reading The Honcho
Yes, the doctors call it Aichmophobia – the fear of sharp objects. I hate this fence, rather, dread it. The roundness of the few curves and arches do not help much. Autumn increases the unsightliness, with the sharpness of bare branches. The twigs lying around the porsche, represent my hapless life --of being separated from … Continue reading Metaphor
I smashed all mirrors around me, as I could not bear the ugliness of my life and actions. I was not born to be a criminal. I was not born to cheat and kill. Circumstances made me what I am today. I stand on the border of life and death, and see no mercy or … Continue reading Death has no Mercy
Ugh! The print on your backside, and the patterns on your shape… No wonder, your walk is labored. You need a stylist, before you hitchhike (140 characters) Inspired by Twittering Tales #22 https://katmyrman.com/2017/03/20/twittering-tales-22-21-march-2017/ Coverpic: pexels.com
The sham that you staged rocked my life. The shamrock that you gave me, had only three leaves – standing for faith, hope and love. You said, you tried but couldn’t find the rare four-leaf clover. Luck was missing, and it made all the difference, my fake lover. Inspired by Patricia's Place In other … Continue reading The Missing Gem
Being chucked out was not a pleasant feeling. But music is live streaming energy, and does not belong in a museum. They tried their best to infuse life into relics of the past. The lilting music in the background made the viewers hope, that the objects would come alive, to tell their own stories, and … Continue reading The Mausoleum of the Living
“What makes you so vain, Mary’s little lamb? Four legs and a tail? You are cared for, because you provide warmth, and satisfy hunger. Mary was never your friend, and never will be. Trust will lead to the end of your existence, as merciless humans shave you away, till they reach the innermost layers … Continue reading Loyalty Unrewarded
Art is a function of the spirit, and articulation is crafting that spirit, for presentation to the world. At a more abstract level, it is called expression. Communication is the mundane, everyday version of passing on a message. This format will survive in absence of art. Sensitivity will disappear, so will strong responses. Connectivity will … Continue reading The (Dis)Connect
You have been a guiding post. I envied the articulate, aggressive woman who moved the world, with her words. Her strong and silent partner, standing like a rock behind, but never ever obstructing her, haunted me. I chose to remain single, because I could not find anyone like him. Men have always been around, but … Continue reading Influence
Inspired by Saturday Mix- Lorraine https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/03/18/saturday-mix-lorraine-18-03-17/
