whoop whoop, hello to my dear readers
the big reveal is finally here, honestly trying to come up with a poem every week or month is a hassle and it drained me emotionally , since i need inspiration to write but there is something i have daily inspiration about which is writing on things yes ! i know how to rant in a peaceful and angry way because it can be triggered and i can go either way excessive happiness or sadness and the only way i release it by yes ‘writing ‘
we are going to call this the on series
so my non computer tech self will try her optimum best to design a new segment for this series insha Allah.
The series starts on 14th of may 2017 , this sunday that is
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via Semantic Despair — Kosmogonic
I understood very little but wow ! I’m beyond impressed
Oh god here she comes again, i listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000 , “you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again “go on marie” i urge her to continue, ” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner, you see marie gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks. “Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu ? sita, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear ” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” i took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici, this leads her on to rambling i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water, marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally “sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.”but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts “whatever, je te dit she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake, why do i still put up with marie some ask ? because simply put she puts up with me not the other way around, i have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps ” oh marie elle n’est pas important , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water” how endearing i loved and encouraged myself to work a little “so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes “tu dit ? i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort , well vraiement i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished. I can assure you our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story
Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.
Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.
Fit into the box
stuck in a box
that defines you
not as a complex individual
put in there by society and its members
You need not fit into it you just need to be in it
for being stuck in there gives a sense of control over
a very surprise full life
Categorised and herded into imaginary boxes
some overlap while some do not
Redefine stereotypes you will not dare
You little traitor to society’s box’s
Do you put people into boxes ?
Do you stick them there ?
Not given a chance to be an individual……
only part of a box……
fit in there……… it has cut off your wings.
If you would like to read some of my poems on wattpad.
BYe! wishing you an eventful week, hope you had a wonderful weekend.