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Know Thyself posted on November 25, 2009 - 3:22pm
I know i promised that i would reveal the moral dilemma but not just yet…The ethical dilemma still has some questions that are bothering me and who better to bring my confusion to, than to the blogren Why did she do it? Her reason was that she was missing the lustful touch which is reasonable but i suspect the fires quench out after say 3 months? and he’s been gone a year. There was nothing to show that her knee was getting weak, if you know what i mean  However,  Ms Hot and boyfie have been having some problems regarding his ‘hot pants’. Our boy was grabbed by one of Uganda’s exported students scmoozing with a wench that has been out to get him for like 3 years and boy oh boy was Ms Hot MAD!!! She was talking about throwinghim out into the cold blah blah and the crew has been reasoning with her to the point that they were talking again. Was it revenge so that she could at least take him back without the weight of sacrifice hanging round her neck?
Multiple Dilemma Syndrome posted on November 24, 2009 - 9:36am
SCENARIO UNO: Monday 16 Nov: I’m sitted at my favourite after-work throat wash with a couple of my boys and one girl who is being vibed by one of the boys…and has been actually for the past 3 months but seems to be stuck in the mud with no 4WD capabilities. However, said viber is not present at this time. I must also add that vibee and i flirt in a major way; Infact if words were convertible, ooohhhhh. Back to the topic, we talk about the pros and cons of swinging couples, 3somes etc… Vibee starts whispering naughty things in my ear that cannot be put on the kimeeza.
A broken heart posted on November 23, 2009 - 4:01pm
Oh it hurts, it hurts I had forgotten how deep it cuts Short of breath, my heart flutters wildly A pain suppressed, tears assault my eyes This, i cant disguise It beats against my ribcage Nay, it thunders against my chest Its so loud, like a bass beat put to the test It wants to be set free and paint my pain Across the sky, It  wants to scream why I breathe heavily To control the battle that rages in me The slashes gashing across my heart The pain searing, painting a dark art Leaving no scars, But burning like coal tar Oh it hurts, it hurts I had forgotten how deep it cuts They say it heals with time But this to me, is a mime For the reason my heart bleeds Is with me all the time
Sorry, Thank you and Goodbye posted on November 23, 2009 - 1:48pm
It is of no comfort that No other has your heart For how can It be a breather When it is not mine either   You melted my iron and carved a better me And now, when you unveil your art There is no heart For in making me, you hurt too much   The weather mirrors how I feel today For only in the rain, can I cry For me, for you, for we And show nobody   I shall not beg for your heart For it alone decides Where it resides So I shall instead say, Sorry, Thank you and Goodbye
A Storm Brews…. posted on November 23, 2009 - 12:44pm
A storm brews and my heart roars Louder and louder till I cant ignore it no more What is it heart that troubles you so… Why do the drums beat and rattle the rib cage Why doesn’t the caged bird sing no more   I know not the storm that threatens But my fist I tighten For I have felt like this before Sometimes it was a chore Sometimes it has meant more   See with me and not your eyes it cries out I do not understand it but I feel it And until the drums cease My heart I must appease