My eyes moved from the people below, to the sky, and back down to the sea beneath us. As I continued to yell nonsense into the air. I could feel the ship finally start moving, the loud horn of the Titanic soared throughout the air around us. And my heart sank into a pool of happiness. I was really here, my dreams had come true. A poor, unimportant boy in a luxurious ship of dreams. And it truly was, a ship of dreams. From a simple game of cards, I bet on the tickets… And god was by my side, we won! I am one lucky bastard! *** I clutched onto my heavy bag, as I paced across the narrow corridor, mumbling under my breath, “Three-sixteen, three-sixteen…” Where is that goddamn room? I kept my eyes on the shiny white walls as I kept on walking. Until finally, I stopped walking, and stood in front of the door with the numbers printed on it: 316. I placed my hand on the door knob, as I opened the door. I stepped in, into a room with already two people in it. Without thinking, I said, “Hey, how are you all doing, I’m Jack,” I let out my hand for the man to take, the one sitting on the bed, the man only stared at it. I walked on, towards the other man. “I’m Jack Dawson,” I told him. He shook my hand, as I mumbled the words, “How are you doing,” I dumped my bags onto the ground as I looked up at Fabrizio, already on the top bunk bed. “Hey… who says you get top bunk!” I laughed, he laughed in return as I playfully punched him. I ducked my head under the top bed, as I sat down on the lower one. “Where’s Sven?” Asked the man to his other friend. I laughed quietly to myself. So there I was, finally catching my dream. And this time, I wouldn’t let it slip out from my grasp.
Some weakness be like hunger So you stuff your face endlessly Some of this, plenty of that Eat it all and some more It ain’t no hunger spinning you You got the joy sipped out of you Got you weak and worn The specialness of life sapped Indulge in the meats, rice and sugary drinks … Continue reading Coping Strategy
You are always told ‘don’t give up’ But you should Before it buries your head Deep into deep. ‘you can make it’ But you can’t You should run And never come back ‘you are strong’ You aren’t You have broken down A million times with a smile on your face You have woken up with … Continue reading Dip ‘Pression
I thought I wanted her for the right reason Never knowing it would last just for a season All I needed was someone more than a companion Because I believed in ‘twain’ as “champion” My heart and life, to her, I laid bare Fighting hard day and night to keep her from the snare Believing … Continue reading For Parallel Interests
SPEAKER: [walks to the lectern and swipes over the screen of his notepad. Clears throat and faces audience]: Did you hear that Bimpe is dead? AUDIENCE: [shocked]: Haaaa! SPEAKER: [unfazed]: Relax. That is not the only news I have for you. AUDIENCE: [looks at each other] SPEAKER: [clears throat again] Judging by your first reaction, … Continue reading Before Your Moment Of Madness
Note: This may include some offensive/explicit words. “This is all up to you,” The overpowering man says, with a knife to my chin. “You can relax and make this easy for yourself or you can fight and make this harder than it already is.” I am currently stripped down to my boxer short, my bare … Continue reading Of Monsters And Men
I walk into the shop. I see eyes piercing deep into my marrow. I take a sit. I beckon on an attendant. She frowns. She comes any way but lakadaisically and stands hand akimbo. I scowl. I say I want to a new hairdo. She smirks and walks away. I stare into the mirror, looking … Continue reading The Salon
The sound of the rain pouring down on the ground, Its’ continuous beating sound on the roofs, ‘I love it when it rains’, I thought to myself. Going down memory lane to my childhood days. When I and my friends sing “Rain rain go away” But our intention is not for the rain to stop. … Continue reading The “Stupid” Rain
My friend and I, one day talked about girls in our lives, And how painfully we couldn’t get them off our minds. Lo and behold, a fruitful discussion it was That made us victims of nostalgia’s claws. We were beaten and brought down by our past flaws, but it brought about the rise of the … Continue reading The Love Discussion
What is choice if I keep hiding from my deeds? Choice is the free will that enables us harvest from our seeds. Do we have a choice to live or die? Do we have a choice to fall or fly high? What is choice if we are unable to decide? Whether its Heaven or Hell … Continue reading Choice
Jack’s Point of View I had just won third class tickets to the now sailing ship of Titanic. That was all that was running through my head as I stared at the wooden table, unbelievably. Was I dreaming? Was this truly reality? It took a moment for the comprehension of what had just happened to flow in. “I’m sorry, Fabrizio.” I had said to my friend. Decided to pull a good joke on him, let us see how he reacted. I turned my eyes towards him, meeting his confused eyes still on the poker cards in his hands. He shot me a confused, angry face and began babbling nonsense in Italian. I smiled, “I’m sorry, but you aren’t going to see your mother in a long time.” His expression suddenly switched from being an angry Italian, to a grinning Italian. “‘Cause we’re going to America!” My voice drifted into a loud excited shout, as I slammed my hand onto the wooden table, and watched as our faces illuminated with happiness. I must admit, we went a bit too far at how crazy we went that moment. We stood on our feet and began yelling like mindless people. Rubbing our tickets on the losing team’s faces. “Whoohoho!” I yelled as Fabrizio and I began to jump and hop around the table. But suddenly, the joy was all over, as fast as a blink’s eye, Olaf grabbed my collar and pulled my face close, and he mumbled words. Words I did not even understand. His face was up so close, I could see his wrinkles, his disgusting yellow teeth, I could smell his breath– disgusting. I ducked my face as I watched his fist coming towards me, but then Olaf threw his fist towards Sven instead. I could see how disappointed they were at losing, I kind of even felt bad for them. They lost their tickets to the Titanic, the biggest ship ever built. Now, instead Fabrizio and I won their tickets. We were the lucky bastards now. I turned around to look at Fabrizio, and the laughing crowd. We began to laugh all together. “Figlio di puttana!” Fabrizio laughed, as he cursed in Italian. He raised his thick brown eyebrows, deep emotion on his face, along with a shrug of shoulders and a raise of hands. He always used gestures only Italians used. He was my closest friend, I had met him when I moved from Austria to Italy. You see, I always made my way through country after country. It was how people were meant to live, appreciating the world around them. Not staying in one place forever. That was called not living at all. I grabbed the two yellow tickets from his hand, and kissed the sweet smelling piece of paper. It smelt of victory. “I’m going home!” I shouted, then grabbed Fabrizio into a great big hug. We let go, but the fuss continued. “I’m going to America!” Fabrizio shouted, in a deep Italian accent. People starred, actually stopped what they were doing to look at us. I did not care, though. I knew I was calling a lot of attention with all the shouting, and jumping. But this second, just once in my life, I felt like I could do whatever I wanted and not even care. I could even walk around naked and not care– I was that happy. Then, out of the blue, an old looking man from across the room began to speak. “No, mate. Titanic sets off in five minutes!” He pointed at the clock on the wooden wall, the bright sunshine casted a shimmering reflection upon the glass of the clock. I squinted my eyes as I tried to read the numbers. The sun was too bright, but I could the black narrow hand of the clock point to eleven, the other on fifty five. It was enough to see that we’d be late, if we don’t run now. My heart began to sink.
It is the first day of the month And I look forward to pray Reflecting on the moments I had On the last day of last month. Amidst my shaded dreams, Cries from a broken heart, Memoirs of forgotten desires and The simple craving of an aching spirit, I have learnt that As long as … Continue reading Finding Stay
Why bother? when every time i hear from you it’s disgust and filth, Hell’s pit erupts as you open your mouth, a fragrance of deceit as you pat my back, and i feel the grin as you again leave a mark. Not over? cause each time I look at you, I feel there’s still work to … Continue reading Caged
Read Part 1 The main meal had been eaten and the plates cleared away. Dinnertime had progressed slightly forward with no further altercations or desecration of the peace and quiet. Desert was served. Presumably the chef’s masterpiece it was a fruit salad concoction of ingredients, possibly, pilfered from the main garden – paw paw, mangoes, … Continue reading Dinnertime 2 by Tony Ogunlowo
The weather is changing, so the wind vane indicates. The breeze blows south, down south all blow and exhibit a downward trend. My mind is clogged up with issues all muddled up that need to be untangled as life’s mysteries plead to be unraveled. The golden fleece has taken flight. It has grown … Continue reading Neon Lights