Joy! Joy! How can I be quiet when there is blood on the leaves? First, let me say hi. I hope you don’t have commitment issues — especially with the tiny little big projects you start. I imagine you in a state where I can find the strength and serenity to conquer each day with […]
BY VICTORIOUS N. MAJAZI Alexa, Play Tears of a Silent Heart by Michael Ortega I began writing when I was young, maybe seven or eight years old. Yet, even earlier, I could tell the most captivating stories; an active imagination and a creative mind, my mom used to call it. As I grew, my ability
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I believe we all are interlinked. Interlinked in the grand scheme of things. I feel that writing brings us closer together. Well, reading and writing. It’s in the stories told. The poetry written about love, heartache, and friendship. So we’re asked to be our generation’s scribes. So we write on pages we don’t see physically.
I think I have had enough; I might get a little drunk.Take all my sorrow, dissolve it into ether, Have you ever tried to milk 9 minutes and make the most of it? Like, where do you even begin? Do you talk about the amazing couple who seem to have it together, but Holywood has
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Once again the car is parked, I’ve got to write. Am I the only one who gets festive season blues? If you are like me, then this one is for me, my friend. Or not, but I mean life is what you make it. First of all , Grateful for life 🙂 grateful for life
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I like my glasses because they hide the sadness in my eyes. They hide the shimmer of tears ready to cascade. I forgot my glasses today, I feel naked. I find it odd that I haven’t written something about Zoleka. Lately, I have been thinking about her. How she was obsessed with Alfred Hitchcock’s glasses.
I wouldn’t say that this is number 1 because, by then, I had already had my first experience of a panic attack. I was 11/12 and needless to mention I am a brilliant human being. God made me with a purpose and I’m sure it includes speaking and shining. Words words words. I was given
by Victorious Nomathamsanqa Majazi press PLAY: Everybody Leaves by Heroe I have thought long and hard about this, for a few months. I can never decide how to do it. I guess even in relationships, I am like this, I can never say goodbye. I never know how to do it to match the devastating beauty of the relationship. So think
If you read the last post, you probably heard me say “I write when I’m inspired” now what I forgot to mention is that inspiration (for me) is spontaneous and impromptu. Sometimes I see a wood pecker, doing wood pecker things , perking at the wood and I’m suddenly like 3 pages into unreleased texts
I used to know a man, African, as they came. With black skin, the texture reminded me of polished ivory in Asian homes. He was/is well built and a candid lover of everything testosterone gives. Just in case I lost someone here, he loved sports. His name is an echo of an African legend.Shakafuswa!! Really