My Cursed Kingdom
This is my kingdom, i am the slave.

Posts Tagged ‘story

Second thoughts

November 1, 2015

I had been walking separately for several minutes, I could hear faint calls from my dad somewhere in the back, reassuring me that I had not walked off too far. The brush was thick and the ground was mushy from the overnight rain, making my boots heavier with every step as the mud stuck to them. […]

Dig the durt, if you must.

June 7, 2013

Don’t dig your buried treasures out; you never know what you might find. Unless you’re ready to face what you will see. But if you must, then you must. Pick up the shovel, shove its head into the dirt with all the force in your arms, and then use the strength of your tired legs […]

The recurring predicaments

July 6, 2012

One year. More than a year actually. Since you died. You live, but you are dead. Dead to the world. A world that once flourished and nurtured from the sincerity of your love. Its nothing but a piece of barren land now. A land with no light or water or air or life. Dead. I […]

Gangrenous thoughts

April 5, 2012

You are my cancer. You are my disease. You are a gangrenous leg, that is rotting and falling off, piece by piece. But not falling off fast enough. The gangrene is crawling up slowly but surely. It wants to take over me. You are an injured limb, an injured limb I don’t have the courage […]

All is violent, All is bright

March 2, 2012

I paint your name on my wall. I watch the paint drip down till the ground. It messes up my wallpaper. I just stand and stare at it. The tiny drops rolling down the wall, racing against each other to reach the floor. I stand there and stare like a fool. I tear the wallpaper […]