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Im not sure why I picked such a hobby where I itch to express things in words I never knew existed!

Writings

Followers

Following

saffero

Im not sure why I picked such a hobby where I itch to express things in words I never knew existed!

Writings

Followers

Following

Disgusting, In A Sweet Sense

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1 min read

News do good only to those

Who thrive off of it;

That is not to say

That reporters would be no good without,

But that articles, cheap gossip

And hearsay are all vicious in the truest sense

Of the word.

It is said through each of these,

dirty kennels breed dirty dogs,

They teach from the very beginning

That all strays are unclean mutts-

God forbid, I touch one and don’t

Rush home to scrub mys...

Poetry

Sax, Baby

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1 min read

Here, in my favourite form of art,

Dimmed beneath this timid shadow of mine,

And bearing the glow of my candlelight,

But no less than, I should say!

With a quick click of my fingers,

All but bathed in nothing except the fruits

Of my romancing- or sorcery,

As others like to call it-

Suddenly the curtains have slid open

To reveal the velvety stage and its

Solo performer, to an audience of one;

...

Poetry

Behind A Wall Called Incessant Lying

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5 min read

“What are you suggesting?”

Pierre raised his chalice to take a sip, thinking over his response before answering the question. The distinct bitterness of plum brandy coated the palate of his mouth.

“You said it yourself, Marcus. Those wolves keep tearing through the fencing of the monastery, and only wreak havoc. They are clearly rabid. The sensible action to take from here would be to shoot the...

Wish In My Arms

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1 min read

May 2009

Clean up takes place near my bed,

But for what seems like the first time

In the past few gruelling hours,

Nobody is about but me and her,

My little bundle wrapped in fresh linen

Up close to my chest, smelling just

Like me, in subtle whiffs of warm honey

That I am so glad only I can experience

This up close, so inviting that a small,

Strange thought comes to me,

One where I could not let a...

Poetry

Silent Slip Note

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2 min read

Dr Warrock,

You’ve heard from me several times this week, about updates on evidence found at the scene of John Doe’s attack. I’m sure you’ve heard from other investigators, too.

If you’ve been paying any kind of attention to the details of this case, you’d know of mine and the prime suspect’s complicated history. I figured that you’d already had a slight hunch about the pieces of evidence you’d ...

Crime

Met Him Through The Grapevine

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5 min read

It had been heard of all over the country; stories blooming at the first appointment of a nobles right-hand man, or the honour of being taken into the palace for the journaling of a day in the life of a member of the royal families attendees- if you were lucky enough, you’d even meet a personal knight.

Yalin was one such man.

Somehow, word had passed that he’d made some excellent paintings, this ...

One Day Will Come, When?

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1 min read

With what my mind occupied until

You came back, retreated from the day

And shut yourself away from everyone

In your bed, no words said,

Your back still bloodied with what

Myriad of unfortunate children faced your

Mauling hand-

And that’s what you’d do;

In the name of the country, you say,

Or your superior says,

And I’d no chance in anything before

The moral compass your heart enclosed,

Ripped ...

Poetry

3rd Day

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2 min read

The more days I waste away in hospital, it seems worse news come to me, and so I’ve lost faith in the waiting game for a good outcome. To know that the phrase people use for comfort; it gets better- to know that everything simply crumbles into a tumultuous rockfall for me from now until my death has already thrown me into a deep and unforgiving pit.

I know that, once you begin experiencing the...

What Good, To Beg After Death?

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1 min read

For the thousandth time,

Wet hands cupping a colder cheek

And not yet the blade by the bearers back,

Which fills with an utterly stained want

The tighter this bewitched palm strangles

I blow,

I blow harder again as I had,

Releasing the cracked skin from

A sickening grip,

And stop just as my fingers reach

Within a small gap of empty, lifeless air,

To stare

To make alive, some empty shell?

...

Poetry

My Sister Sasha

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1 min read

The deep of my stomach

Burns again when I swallow,

What else am I to do

But drag myself, the wind to follow

My sickness, I realise

In a moment of bliss,

It’s her I know that I hate

And you I remember that I miss

I’m waiting on you everyday

Listening eagerly to hear

Your jagged voice catching on the breeze,

Passing faintly by my ear

Oh Sasha, i’m begging you, please

Let a signal flitter throug...

Poetry