Showing posts with label fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fuck. Show all posts

Thursday, May 30

Words on Demand

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So my friend challenged me to a micro-fiction duel. Here's my what I got:

Suggested word: Rust

Facebook

The door creaked and he sneaked in. Inside, belying the musky smell of old age and overwhelming rust in the background, she uploaded a new radiant profile picture.

Suggested word: amazed

Author in Utopia

The clock did its work – it ticked. The pen did its work – it wrote.  The eyes did their work – they read.
The result did its work – it amazed.

 
Suggested word: inception

Open Endings

I fidgeted. I thought and thought again. I cursed. Finally, I knew how it ended. Then again, did I?
Exhausted, I yelled, “Fuck you Nolan! Fuck you Inception!”

Picked up a book and began following a new dream.


Suggested word: smoke

Amidst Samosas, Sweets and Settling

She let the butt drop, stubbed it. Smoke escaping through her nostrils, still, she got up. Fixing her pallu, said, " Beige, let's go give this guy his perfect bride." Beige followed, strutting like her, tail wagging. 


Suggested word: Lollipop

The Park

Dear X,

No I did not like the lollipop. I had a nightmare about it too.

Sincerely,
I am telling mom



 
 



Tuesday, June 26

Why Pinterest is more poetic than Merriam-Webster

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Saw this on Pinterest and went '(sigh) I knew there had to be a term for this strangely beautiful state...reminds of the time just before I wrote that poem...."










And then I found this, on Merriam- Webster and went 'Damn, why does everything beautiful, fun or exciting have to end up labelled crazy. "


Which one would you prefer?

Monday, April 18

Pretend

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Thanking Jingle for the award
You move into a new city.
Away from the madness and the past.
You find a new job and with it, independence.
First day at work, your eyes spot him in the crowd.

He is incredibly handsome;
Incredibly out of your league.
But for some strange reason he spots you too.
And he'd like to fuck you!

He steals you away from the loaded work-table,
And takes you to an unmade, well-slept in bed.



Your head screams out all the things you saw in the mirror each day-
hideous, unattractive, rejected and always unwanted.
Before you question him-
'why do you want me?'

-He pretends that your curves are delectable 
and your scars sexy. 
His voice sounds like soft silken touch 
as he moans your name gently into your ears.


And you ...
You shut out your screaming head,
Close your eyes tight, 

And pretend he didn't talk to other girls like that.


shared with poetry potluck. and Thursday Poets' Rally#42.

Friday, April 8

Favourited Vol. IX ('To read and to fuck')

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Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.” 
2666, Roberto BolaƱo