The Puzzle

I remember being in the basement listening to music when my mom walked down the stairs telling me to play a particular song once my dad pulled into the driveway….our house was built to their liking over 2 decades ago where one can enter the basement by way of the hidden door connected to the…

MeWe

I am many…yet I am few, the shell of one, the body of them. My interests varies from A to Z, my style is multicolor with a black base… So who am I? I am me. I am not defined by your standards, my complex ways may appear indecisive but keep in mind that this…

DarKnEss

Often times I listen and want to comply, Often times I listen but know it’s a lie. One day will I listen and fuel the fire? Will I wallow in the glory of death for bloods attire? Often times I wonder… will I listen? Natty ODou

SlaTe

The crows are coming they want your life, The crows are coming this very night. They ask that you accept your fate, They ask that you open the gate. The crows are wise they know your thoughts, they know the code to break your heart. Don’t be afraid there’re not to blame, take note of…

Don’t StOP

To my heart, Please don’t stop beating, your presence keeps me grounded, the sound of your humming soothes my rage My heart, please don’t stop smiling, you make my life worth living feeding my soul from your glowing energy Please do t stop, my heart…please. Natty ODou.

SaVe mE

The door was locked when I arrived beaten and lost…with bleeding hands I pounded the solid oak hoping for help…but no one came….stumbling through the dark I crawled to the next door which  was slightly ajar, so I pushed while screaming for help… the door became stuck…and then I noticed a shadow in the dim…

Reality Check

Nothing is forever, nothing will ever be perfect… the right moment is a dream, the pain will come to engulf you when you least expect it and then your joy will be shattered like fragile china… harmony will never be felt because of the storm raging so close to the surface… nothing is forever and…

Death… Short story

I was trapped a corner on the stairwell, sixth floor. Bullets tore through my body from his AK47 as I sank down to the floor, dead. Strangely, I somehow willed my sprit to remain in my dead body. Lifting my head I saw him looking at me in terror, gun still in his hand and…

I’m use to it…

I’m use to it…At times the silence is deafening but it has now become my companion… I’m use to it…The cold is numbing but my heart no longer yearns for the warmth of you… My bed is a coffin of wonder where I dream of things I may never see, a red sky  with falling…

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Pouring down, blood rain is pouring down…I turn my face towards the sky to taste the sweet nectar on my tongue….smiling as I remembered the cause of this joyous occasion…your pain, my hands… your bleeding heart in my palm of my hands…rain is pouring down…blood rain is pouring down. Natty ODou