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The boys in my world.

The boys in my world these days

Not just the ones i date

But the ones who spend time with my friends ;are almost the same. They are ages Ninteen,twenty two and three.

They may appear as deep as the next guy

But the boys in my world like to wear masks

On mask..on mask.ontop of another mask.And everytime you take one off,and you think you’ve finally figured them out,they’ll prove you wrong.The boys in my world they practice some new magic ;Now you see me now you dont.

Occlumence,legilimence -the whole show.

The boys in my world like to say goodbye.They do it quite a number of times -at times citing invalid reasons.They’re very good at playing hide and go seek.

When it suits them,they’ll hide for hours that feel like months only to come out and yell ‘im here!’ just when you think it best to give up looking for them.They like to think they came emotionally prepared because they want to limit the losses they incur,however they cry in silence when they think no one’s watching.

The boys in my world dont play fair with the girls in their world,although they sometimes have trouble admitting this,they have already assimilated to the teachings of the outside world.The toys they collect come in different sizes and shapes of female.

The boys in my world,like to have a lot of fun.If fun consists of booze or smoke count them in.You can say the boys in my world date drugs and abuse women.

The boys in my world,are damaged.They wear their ‘hurts’ on their sleeves.They will feed off affection wherever they can find it and still remain insatiable.Sometimes you don’t know this until you realize they’ve gone too deep into your cosmic energy,And energy,if not exchanged or replenished remains non-renewable.

The boys in my world,like to be both foolish and brave

And With them,Its hard to know what will come next ,most of the time they think alot more than they listen,i think very few of them still know what it means to ‘understand’.Deep down,they are struggling.If asked,they will tell you that for the longest time they’ve been aliens in their own world.

Every poet alive.

Why do you feel the need to write?

Every poet alive ;Because i couldn’t tell you,thats why.

And Why dyu decorate simple words with rhymes and metaphors and vulnerability and everything in between emotions you once or at the moment,depicted

Every poet alive ; whats beautiful will never really hurt you..the words I’ll write are haunting reminders of what was felt before..the ghost remains of a self induced exorcism.


The flavours of youth

The tangy taste of danger and exhileration

The pungent smell of heartbreak melancholy and disappointment

The sweet taste of victory and success

The heightened sense of annihilation;

Is it hope?determination?

careful now,there’s a reason why they’re called a ‘crush’

And you my friend,just put your dreams out there for the world to see.

You,over there.Im assuming you just had your first sip

Do you like the taste of sin?

Stir your emotions,shake before use

A pinch of romance,a tablespoon of want

That hungry look on your face

that achy feel,the need to be loved.

Coco – not the movie-not the song.


The silence was defeaning

But she could sense it.The stench wrapped itself around her nostrils -so punget tears stung her eyes.

The mistress was in distress.

Alright,lets see what im fighting this time.

Mother used to tell me you’re all so needy.She also told me that dogs are not very clever.Funny enough,i share the same sentiments when it comes to the little mongrel who lives next door.

Bounding softly up the stairs it was a good thing she had natural soft-pads for feet…

Uh -oh

she stopped short of the mistress’s door.

It was slightly ajar

Anuka had left the lights on in her room and the visual result of darkness meeting light right at the narrow space of her door was mesmerizing.She stared at the colorful dust particles moving between light and air and finally pushed the door open with her body. Her eyes scanned the room and fell on the almost-fading shadows moving against the ceiling and the bedroom walls

It was almost impossible not to notice them

Im almost envious of how you forget to switch off the lights every night.

Of course she knew the young mistress assumed it was her own mother who switched them off.

But never the cat.

And for a minute she was tempted by the thought of quickly sprinting outside and coming back with dirt on her paw …you know.., just to leave a bit of evidence when she switches off the lights

Anyway,i dont have time to cause such brilliant mischief..i gotta go pee in a few minutes so enjoy the purring while it lasts.

You mustve been up waiting on something …

She spotted the phone on her limp hand

-or someone.

Damnit,i told you boys are both overrated and stupid..well,i suppose i dont really ‘tell’ you but there’s that look i give you that should say alot of things..surely,my eyes dont lie.

Coco pretended the maneuver to the top of the desk was more of a cat tree and less of a rubble of a surprising amount boxes,books and trinkets.

Reaching up she pressed her paw on the switch emersing the room in complete darkness.

Anuka slightly shifted and a little groan of protest escaped her lips.

Oh well,lets get to it then..

She stalked foward,avoiding the objects on the floor with easy grace and jumped onto Anuka’s mattress prowled around and came to sit on what she believed was the top of Anuka’s head.

Her keen eyes soon adjusted and found the shadows one by one..they were dark enough but she could still make them out.

Moving foward she settled on the mistress’ shoulders.

But you wont be wanting me anymore,will you?i know what you’re going to do.

I may not be able to speak back but that does not mean i cant hear you.I bet you didnt know i was napping in the cabbage patch when she came by.

But as much as Coco wanted to hate the mistress she just couldnt do it..Anuka had been kind to her. Besides she’d taken care of her mama as well ..and she was so sure she’d take care of one of her young just as she did her.A part of her family will always be around as long as the mistress was alive,and that was fine with her.

Soon as she started purring,Anuka’s body instinctively relaxed underneath hers and the shadows dissolved into thin air.



Anuka felt the slight weight on her head and flinched

What in the heck..

The rest of her lower body was cold,numb and unfeeling.Where was her blanket?

Am i experiencing sleep paralysis?

What was i dreaming about again?

I shouldn’t have had the leftover beans

Then she felt it..a sort of vibration.

Thats the weight she felt..it was warm and soft.

That sound

What was it?

She needed to remember where she was first..then remember how to move.

Her limbs felt like cold limp rahmen..

But as the tiny vibrations went on she slowly regained the feel of her arms,reaching up to examine the weight between her shoulders.Her fingers met with fur…alot of fur

Loco Coco

Thats it,

earlier on she’d been stressing about the cat since she’d made up her mind to give the creature to the nice young couple living across the street

Coco mustve sensed the silent acknowledgment because she responded with a loud purr and her little body vibrated like a tiny motor .But Coco wasnt just a cat to her.Coco was family.She could never get used to not having her around.Under the table,inside the cabinet,inside the boxes she litters her room with and inside her dad’s running shoes.The feline brushed her head along her hand and plopped down beside her.

You always know when to show up.

She gazed off into the darkness for a few minutes and whispered

Stay for a while longer,Coco.I still need you.’

The furry bundle beside her released a soft sigh,tucked itself closer to her body and went quiet.