H for Horror

Tag: Life

  • For ‘Mitan

    The road was bumpy, the bus dipping in and out of its potholes. the driver, whose skin resembled the night sky,  kept flashing him looks through the mirror as though he  was insane. He stared straight out of the window and ignored the flashing screen of his smartphone. It would be Keira,  He thought, he…

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  • The Human

    For a moment,  I really thought about it. This thing called humanity: what makes us the same and what makes us so different. So I decided to put it down. Don’t know how it’s going to look like. This is unfiltered. Let’s strip away nationality, skin tone, hair and eye color,religion and racial disparity, gender…

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  • Hope

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  • Females

    She wants to say to him what she has learned, none of it in class: Some women are born to play dumb, Some women are too smart for their own good. Some women are born to give and some women know only how to take. Some women learn who they want to be from their…

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  • 8:11pm

    “Each second the earth is struck hard By four and a half pounds of sunlight. Each second. Try to imagine that. No wonder deep shade is what the soul longs for, And Not the light, as we think” -“In Praise of Thomas Hardy”

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  • 10:45pm

    I used to dream About the things I couldn’t have I was told To grow up And stop living a lie So I locked my heart away Thought I didn’t need it anyway But I can see differently. I always give love Never thought I’d deserve to be given How will love find me? How…

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  • Lost friends

    Never forgotten, Always there. An echo of A memory Spins round and round. Posted from WordPress for BlackBerry.

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  • In closing

    In closing Might I ask If we meet sometime next year Shall we smile as friends Or shall we stumble Over memories and be confused?

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  • On the Brigde

    I asked If you were lonely I like to be alone You said. Yet we stood On the bridge Talking Till morning Posted from WordPress for BlackBerry.

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  • Walking on Water

    Walking on water seems difficult But I have seen it done. Those with enough grief to sink them Have kept on- Drawn by an invisible source Of strength They were not let down. Crossing this sea Some swim And others drown But some there are walking on water. Posted from WordPress for BlackBerry.

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