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The true self vs the ego.

The ego; one of the most dangerous weapon known to mankind. Don’t get me wrong, a little ego adds a bit of spice to the sauce but let’s get real; how much is too much spice in this case ego. Queen Beyonce did sing about this back in 2008 where she stated that “Some call… Continue reading The true self vs the ego.

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Who came up with New year’s Resolutions?

Ladies, gentlemen and my big eyed green creatures; 2015 is coming to an end in exactly three weeks, two day, one hour and forty five minutes from now (or rather from when I wrote this exact line). This only means we are closer to ringing in a new year (my prayers go out to those… Continue reading Who came up with New year’s Resolutions?

Life · Love

Conversations with my little sister.

As she dangles on the kitchen counter she asks, “What is Love?” A girl, who will be turning sixteen next month But pretty much still a girl to me, With a curious heart and hormones that could probably fly her off a cliff, She looks right at me and asks me the one question I… Continue reading Conversations with my little sister.

Life

Sleepless Nights

Sleepless nights I lay awake watching the cold winter winds knock at autumn’s doors Leafless trees start looking like skeletons in the dark Clear starless dark skies Witnessing early mornings and sneaky night falls Warm cups of tea have been made on such nights Sleepless nights were I lay awake Listening as the wind waltz… Continue reading Sleepless Nights

Life · Love · Money · Power

The City Wanderer

So as she made her way home from her 10 o’clock job interview in London she decided she might as well see the city before getting her train back to Birmingham. See she was a struggling business management graduate who was going through what she called “a graduate dry spell“. She had been looking for… Continue reading The City Wanderer

Life · Love · Poetry · Short Stories

The Morning After, the Walk of Shame and the Cab ride home.

As she sat there in her under garments, with a glass of red wine and a Sidney Sheldon novel besides her; she couldn’t help but to stare. Stare at the vanilla scented candles burning by her dressing table and think of the night before. As if the morning cab ride back to her house was… Continue reading The Morning After, the Walk of Shame and the Cab ride home.

Life

“We can still be friends”

You shoot me through the heart with the same words from a dream I had the other night, You say I do not use my speech but that’s only because I don’t share much, From where you stand I look like the villain But see in my eyes things are messy and beautiful extremely magnified… Continue reading “We can still be friends”

Life · Money · Power

How much for your Soul?

Just the other day me and a couple of friends got into somewhat of a debate on how much one will take to sell out his/her believes and principles if or when offered a large amount of money. My friend (let’s call him mark) said he would sell out if it meant getting a tone… Continue reading How much for your Soul?