TiN's blog

This is for the f*ucker that smashed into my car and drove away.

I want you to know that i'll be looking for you.

Remember what goes around goes all the way around.

I've scratched the surface
To see what was beneath

I walk up to her shrouded in the morose camouflage of tears. Her head engulfed by her delicate hands. Throbbing with hurt every fragment of her spirit mourns the eruption of her heart into too many hurts.

I saw someone die the other day.

As I pulled up to the robot, which was amber, some guy came flying past in a green Nissan Almera and the first thought that came to mind was who in their right mind buys an Almera. Wanker.

Normally I would have skipped the robot. I stopped.

I feel it spreading. How it snakes down my spine. Blood pressure increases as the body tingles with anticipation sending out its tentacles of expectation to the back of my neck. A sudden urge to itch but it’s more and I feel it. This is the need to run. To back away. To flee. My fear.

The sun settles amidst ashen skies, shadows that grow longer as the night eagerly consumes the daylight into darkness that develops into menacing apparitions of a savage that walks by my side.

Jeremy wondered if pulling the trigger was a good idea.

Graphic courtesy of V :: L

I’ll remember that kiss…

How it lingered on my lips, with just a hint of tongue and the promise of more to come.

Before I knew it you were out of my arms and a door closed behind me before I could plead for more. Maybe this time a little slower. Or faster. Or just another kiss.

So it seems like I have hit a new low. Not exactly a new one but it hurts all the same.

That deep fountain of emotion that runs beneath the mess of living, that once opened, like a wound, takes healing. Healing that comes atr a price and sometimes when my mind is unable to sleep, lost in the hours of silence I wonder if that price is too high.

And if this train crashes, will you follow
Will you succumb to the monotonous melody?

A rose for you for this day
For ominous skies that carried
You across the tranquil divide, along the path,
Spiraling me into a diseased shade of grey

The darkness seeps, gradually settling amidst the ruins. A shroud, of it’s own determination encompassing the light in the aftermath of obliteration.

A rose for you for this day
For expression of emotion left unspoken

So as we are all constantly reminded (by the tossers at gov-er-ment)the soccer world cup is supposed unify our nation, make us come together and bring in millions in revenue from tourists that are looking forward to lack of electricity and crime. Welcome to South Africa - Duck Motherfuckers.

Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.” - Octavio Paz

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James knew that sleeping with his boss' wife could be really perilous.

Fucking her on Edward's desk could serve only a singular result, to his deteriment but the adrenaline rush of lust brought him to this moment with her spread across Edwards paperwork, his dick inside of Jenna.

Failure

A face broken,
In the silhouette of
Shame, as tears
Punctuate
Stifled screams.
Questions of redemption
Linger in static tension
Poised for the erratic
Dance of sorrow
Culminating in intention
Crushed beneath the
heel of
failure

Doubt slithers, invades and consumes resolve
Transforming determination into a insignificant burden
That can be cast off into the ocean of tomorrow
Excuses flourish turning tomorrow a pale shade of never

Staring at the haunting face reflected in a mirror
White powder cascades onto the mirror image of
A devotee seeking escape from a reflected veracity,

Apologies for the quality. Taken with camera phone.