Your Box

Posted on April 1, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

I comply not with these rules that are set before me and that drives you mad!

Your understanding of me and mine is limited;
So your judgement holds no real merit!

Your ignorance to the beauty of freedom blinds your vision
And inevitably suffocates you.

You spit out rules and lines and “must-dos” and “No’s”
Though it is you who alone is bound by this system; this regime.

“The greats”, you say, “did it this way.”
I say, “Before them, there were none!”
And after me, there will be many.

Many different, weird and wonderful songs to sing!

Yes!

Many new and wonderful ways to tell a story, not just by way of your Book of Rules!!!

I thrive off the restricted energy those like you spit,
I refuse to communicate with dead spirits.

I feel not the comments and ills that flow through your soul.
Wanting, wishing only to remove those dark glasses that prevent you from seeing;
Really seeing!

Uniqueness isn’t studied,
Yet delivering it is class.

Because, of all the walls, blockades, bricks and stones put up against freedom to be,
Ignorance is the one that slowly kills the soul of those who harbour it!

So plump up those pillows and get comfortable,
Because it looks like you’ll be in your box for a while!

Dedicated to YOU!! Thanks for the advice WF

©

Advertisements
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 11 so far )

A Letter to P.A.

Posted on February 6, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , |

Dear P,

I’ve wanted to write this letter for so long with every intention of giving it to you one day.

But I never did as my heart was filled with all sorts of fears;
Known and unknown.

So I commit myself to writing this to you here in hope one day you may stumble upon it.

You were a great guy.
A man with heart.
A strong and determined character that I admired.

You might laugh because your situation at the time was, somewhat, precarious, but you were inspirational.
I loved talking to you.
Hearing you laugh.
Hearing all the positive things you had to say about life.
About Me.

We clicked like we had known we would for ever.
We told stories of our lives, our hearts and battles and scars.

Yes, there were times when you became overwhelmed by it all. By your life. I could see that,
But in some ways, I turned a blind eye hoping and praying my love was enough.
And at times it was.

I wanted more of you. More from you,
But you were not in such a place to give.
And for this I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for looking but not seeing.
I’m sorry for listening but not hearing.
I’m sorry for wanting and not needing.
I’m sorry for the space I gave you and the times I gave you none.

I didn’t understand the fight, I just saw the fighter.

When I left, I put you to the back of my mind.
The realisation that this was bigger than me became too real.
It was bigger than my hopes or my dreams.

Though, you never left the forefront of my heart.
It is all still so real.
God brought us together;
We tore us apart.

I wanted what I wanted without much thought.

Now you are not totally blameless in all that took place,
So I put my hands up for what I did.
I too was responsible for our fall.

So now I wish you well.

I will always remember you the way you were. I fell in love with a dream.
x

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 16 so far )

The Scariest Word in the World

Posted on February 2, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

I’m scared of the word Yes – sometimes, I am.

Because Yes means, falling and hoping someone else will catch you.

Yes means letting them know you’re breakable.

Yes means giving them some power over your heart.

Yes means telling them what you really feel.

Yes means letting them see the REAL you.

Yes means showing them your crazy side.

Yes means allowing them to make it all better.

Yes means saying No to control!

Yes means crying whilst they hold you.

Ultimately, Yes means letting them love you. 

Yes!

Yes means I’m not scared of Yes anymore.

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 6 so far )

The Story of Love and Fear

Posted on December 17, 2009. Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: , , , |

She stood there staring at the ringing phone.

The fear made her numb. It paralysed her.

The phone stopped ringing.

She had been like this for sometime now.
Every 5 mins or so she would glance at her phone. Missed calls showed that her mother, his mother, her sister, best friend and his brother had tried to call.  

She sat back down on the comfy sofa. She felt guilty. They way she froze.
The thought made her wince.

Thinking once again about her options.

Why was she so scared.

She sighed. Looking out of the window. Across the road in the park, she could see a young couple walking together; kissing and holding hands.

They were in bliss. Well, that’s what it looked like. Things always look lovely from the outside, she thought.

She wished for a second that they were that couple in the park. Always so in love. Always staring deeply into each others eyes. Always touching, always kissing.
Well, not always, because that would get quite annoying, she thought.
That could be a problem, she thought.

But committed. Always committed.
They were in love. Very much so.

So what was the problem?

Why did the thought of forever with him scare her?
What is wrong with me, she thought. I have to face this; face him.

She reached for the phone and dialled his number.
‘Hello’ she said.
‘Hi’ he said. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you, it’s just that, I love you.’
‘I love you too. I’m sorry’ she said  
‘Ok.’ he said ‘so what do you say?’

‘Yes’ she said, ‘Yes I will marry you!’

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )

Banding (Pt 2)

Posted on December 17, 2009. Filed under: Stories | Tags: , , , , , |

Micheal had spent the rest of the day at home yesterday. As soon as he had arrived home he took off his work clothes, flung them on the floor, had a shower and got dressed in his trademark grey, weekend track bottoms and a white t-shirt. He went downstairs to the living room and soaked in the day time sitcoms, mostly US; watched a sad true-life movie about a pregnant woman running away from her abusive husband and watched a wedding program about young couples who are followed around by cameras whilst they prepare to get married.

He had eaten take-out pizza, chicken, chocolate fudge cake and drank about 4 energy drinks that afternoon. He sat in the same chair. In a comfortable slouching position. Yes, he thought, it did feel like a weekend, except, it was Tuesday and only a few hours ago, he was in a suit, in the city, at work.

 Today, though, Michael was feeling even worse. Physically he felt sick. It had been a while since he’d just pigged out like that and been as chilled as he was yesterday and the 10 slices of pizza he had eaten, the whole chocolate fudge cake and the energy drinks were creating a sluggish feel and the world’s most painful headache.

He peaked out from under the covers. The light flowing into his bedroom was unwelcoming. He squinted as he tried to get a glimpse of his surroundings. He looked at the time – it was 9.30am. Michael closed his eyes and opened them again as though he had misread the time. Nope. It was 9.30am. Well, 9.31am to be exact. Michael smiled a wry smile to himself. It was as though his body clock had gathered that they weren’t going to work today. It felt strange.

He slowly pulled the covers off himself, pushing down with his feet; the covers to sliding right off him. Looking down he realised he still had on his track bottoms and white tee.  

 Slowly sitting up on the side of his bed, Michael faced the huge window and looked directly into the rays of light adorning his room with a wonderful almost spiritual glow. He slowly stood up, adjusting his boxers and track bottoms as he did so.

Walking slowly into the en-suite,  Michael kicked his work clothes from the previous day out of his way. Walking into the bathroom he noticed how sweet smelling it was in there. He soon realised it was his aftershave. He had left the lid off the previous morning as he was in a rush to get to work. Probably wouldn’t have rushed in if I knew… Michael thought. He stood in front of the long mirror next to the sink. Facing himself head on he gave himself a nod of satisfaction. There was no doubt he was good looking. His dark skin tone had highlights of gold giving it a creamy mocha look. His eyes were big yet delicate; his nose was a strong and broad ‘African’ nose with a slight cute up turn at the tip. His lips were quite feminine; full and juicy. Michael was extremely proud of his physique. He stood firm and tall, with broad shoulders and a hardened and well cut chest. At 6’4”, he was the tallest in his family, with his two brothers, Marcus, the oldest at 35, in at 5’9 and the youngest at 28, Mari in at 5’11. His Mum must have come in at what seemed to be 5’0”. And from what Michael can remember, their Dad was pretty tall. But when you’re that young, and that small, your Dad always seems tall.

 Michael stepped into the shower and allowed the water to run all over him. He watched as the water ran its course down to his firm sturdy thighs all the way down to his feet and became part of the puddle that was collecting around him. He rubbed the water around his chest and held his head up to allow the water to immerse his face.

Stepping out of the shower he could hear the phone ring. Wrapping a towel around his waste he slowly walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom and over to the bedside table, screening the number that appeared on his mobile phone screen. It was Mari’s mobile number. Michael quickly picked the phone up.

‘Mari. What’s up bro?’

‘Hey man. I called you like 3 times yesterday. No answer. You cool?’

‘Yeah man, I’m good. You?’

‘Good man good! Just that you were gonna call me about that whole car thing. Best Buy Cars still have that Audi I’m on about, and boy how I see it, it’s gonna go fast, so…’’

‘Oh yeah, sorry bro, I forgot. What you doing today?’

‘Today? I’m at work bro!! Where you? Cos it kinda quiet? You at home?’

Michael rubbed his forehead.

‘Yeah. Yeah I’m at home.’

‘Oh okay. Why you sick?’

‘No not at all. I was…I lost my job yesterday man. Made redundant.’

Michael squinted as he waited for the response.

‘whaaaaaaaat?’ Mari exclaimed stunned.

‘Yeah. Redundant.’

‘Serious?’

‘Yep.’

‘Oh bro, I’m sorry man. What happened? Was it just you?’

‘Nah, it was a bunch of us. Just…a bunch of us.’

‘No way. So sorry man. Didn’t even know…cos I thought you’d be there for life.’

‘Me too!’

‘You loved that job.’

‘Yep.’

‘You know what though man, it’s their loss. You were the best thing to happen to that place anyway. They’re not gonna be anything without you. Just a chance for you to be bigger and better.’

Michael smiled. He had always loved Mari’s approach to the knocks and obstacles in life. Even though he did have the tendency to state the obvious at times. Though Mari had a carefree ‘no worries’ look at life. Never letting anything get him down.  He was a straight talker. He was a true fighter, Michael thought, in every sense of the word.

 ‘Thanks man.’ Michael said sitting down. He was touched

‘What you thanking me for. You know it’s true. Don’t worry about anything. You’re gonna be alright. Look, what you doing later tonight? You planning on going out or anything? I can bring the print out of the car round.’

‘Yeah. That’s cool man. I’m not going anyway so…’

‘Alright. I’m gonna come by after work then. Think I’ll leave here early so I can chill at yours for longer if that’s cool?’

‘Yeah no worries bro. See you later then.’

 As Michael put the phone down he couldn’t help smiling. He needed that; that phone call from Mari, though simple, it provided him with a little encouragement and something else to look forward to.

He wiped off the remaining drops of water that was left on his chest and went back into the bathroom.

It was around 1 o’clock when Michael finally turned on his computer to check his email. He was dreading it. The emails from those at work he wasn’t able to say bye to or those he really didn’t want to say bye to but had sent him a farewell anyway.

 Thirteen new emails. He clicked the ‘inbox button and scrolled down the list of names.

Kingsley: re: good luck and go get ‘em

Aman: re: All the best M!

Caroline: re: miss you already.

Simon: re: Good Luck

Joshua: re: Me too!!!

Anita: fwd: re: Me too!!!

Stacy: fwd: fwd: re: Me too!!!

Tomiko: re: no way….

Len: re: all the best for the future

Kym: re: Keep in touch handsome!

MariSoldier1: re: What happens when…This is so funny!!

Eva: re: Hey stranger

Marcus_Samuels: re: Attch – The pics from last Saturday…

 Michael sighed in exhaustion. Sittin back in his chair, he began clicking on the emails to read. As he had thought, all those from his ex-work colleagues were of sympathy and pats on the back and ego boosters. Just the stuff he was hoping to avoid. Three of them were from his very close work friends who had also been made redundant. One of them, Joshua even mentioned that he may be looking to sue the company. Michael clicked on the email from Mari. It was just so Mari to send him and email like this. Always sickly funny or vulgar or destined to scare. In this clip a baby who is being filmed on his potty, picks up his poo and carrying it to the living room, hands it to an unsuspecting man who is engrossed in what seems to be a football match. The child handing him the poo says ‘here, it’s a present, it’s chocolate. The man not looking at the object in his hand chucks the ‘chocolate’ into his mouth as he concentrates on the screen. The man screams as he realises, after taking what seems to be a little too big of a bite, spits it back out. Everyone in the room bursts out laughing and the man runs to the bathroom…The video ends.

Typing reply to Mari, Michael writes:

No! He took a bite!?! Sick!

M.

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )

2 Months

Posted on December 11, 2009. Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: , , , , , |

‘Congratulations, you’re a Dad’, the nurse said with the biggest grin known to man. ‘How do you feel?’
I hesitated, then realising I hesitated, I stuttered, ‘Dunno. I’m… in shock’.

The nurse looked at me. Hard. As though I were the most difficult maths problem she has ever come across. ‘Good shocked?’
‘Yeah, no, good shocked. Definitely good shocked’, I said. ‘I’m a Dad! A Dad! Me!’ I stood up slowly, trying to get my balance. Facing the doors that separated me from my dream: my perfect little family. My beautiful and loving wife, my beautiful baby boy. Well he’s not so much a baby now as he is a 10-year-old miniature version of me, so you can imagine he’s a good-looking boy! And the reason, the sole reason we are all here – and I mean all here: my parents, her parents, my brother 2 sisters, their kids and I think one of my sisters’ new man of the moment – my beautiful new baby girl.

On walking in I can smell the heat and an aroma which I can only describe as medical. I think nothing of the fact that there’s blood on sheets and the midwife is sweating buckets. You see, I couldn’t be in here whilst my wife was going through all that. I tried, believe me, I tried. But the midwife (and my wife who practically chucked me out) thought it best I wait outside. You know, like they used to do back in the day.

I lean down to kiss my wife on the head. She looks up at me in this real sweet but tired way that says, ‘I love you and I love our new baby daughter, but since you’re here now take her from me cos I want to sleep’. I smile, almost having read her mind and lean in to grab my baby girl.

She’s beautiful. Angelic. Sweet scented and so lightweight. She opens her eyes to look up at me. I kiss her on the forehead and kiss her so delicate fingers.

I touch her nose and then.

I open my eyes.

No.

Not again.

Please God, please.

I can’t take this.

Please God not again.

Why then. Just then.

Can’t take it.

Can’t do this.

I start to cry. Sob uncontrollably.

My head hurts from this continuous never-ending nightmare.

I look around. And close my painful eyes.

‘2 more months’, I tell myself.

2 more months and I’ll be out of here.
2 more months and I’ll be free.
2 more months. These bars will no longer hold me.
2 more months and my dream will be a reality.

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )

Banding (Pt 1)

Posted on December 8, 2009. Filed under: Stories | Tags: , , , , , |

He played the words over and over again in his head. It was a cruel and hostile word thats sole purpose was to destroy all that was good and put an end to a life that he once knew.

‘…redundant.’ Michael recalls a time where he once read somewhere that when bad things happen or about to happen to us, emotionally of physically, we tend to curl up into a ball, or foetal position, as this position offers us security and protection and a sense of peace. Right now, Michael wished he could do the same. Except, he thought, his boss sitting opposite him would think that a bit strange.

‘…I’m sorry Michael. As our company undergoes some major changes, we have come to realise that a number of positions will no longer be needed. This is in no way a reflection on you or your abilities as an employee as you’ve been fantastic and an amazing asset to this organisation…’

Michael could tell this was extremely hard for Caroline to say. She looked almost ill as she delivered the news. As though she had just eaten something so revolting and was having a hard time digesting it. Michael cracked a slight smile as he studied her face. Maybe it was even harder for her to have to say then it was for him to have to hear.

 ‘…and it is sad. But, and I’m speaking from experience here, it is not the end of the world Mike. I can promise you that.’

 It may not have been the end of the world, but it seemed like it. And it certainly hurt just as much. He’d worked at Omar and Leary for seven years. He’d started as a fresh faced 25 year old, with all the enthusiasm, and eagerness to make a good impression in one of the UK’s top ad agencies; working with some of the worlds most prestigious companies; living the high life and playing the self confessed role of a ‘playboy’ – holidays to the Bahamas, skiing (which he vowed never to try again!!), and even a stint at dating a catwalk super model. Well, maybe not so much catwalk as catalogue, and not so super, he recalled, but a model nonetheless.

He’d been on a yacht, eaten too much sushi and got sea sick whilst trying to wine and dine a client and even made a business deal in the air whilst co-piloting a some what crazy dare devil Texan oil tycoon in his helicopter. That day, Michael recalled, was the day he actually understood the word FEAR. He cracked a pleased smile. He’d done pretty well for himself so far, but today it was all coming to an end. He wanted to cry at the very thought.

‘…so HR will go through with you in a bit what you’d need to sign and about all that legal stuff that I know nothing about. But if you have any questions regarding all of this, please just fire away. It’s really wrong, I know, but.’

Caroline had stopped and was now staring at him in a sympathetic ‘Mumsy’ way. Head slightly tilted to the side. She was only two years older than him, yet at the age of 34 she resembled someone much older. Her brownish blond hair had been put into what Michael could only think was meant to be a bun, but either a stressful day or not enough time in the morning had made loose strands fall around her delicate face making her look a little dishevelled and a little too relaxed.

‘Nah, I’m good. I guess I just need to…you know…just process it all.’ What the hell was he talking about, Michael thought. He got it – he no longer works here any more. What was there to process? He had done all his ‘processing’ whilst Caroline talked. There was nothing left to process.

‘I guess it’s just…crap init?…you know, to have this happen to me, right now when I’m at the top of my game… you know…like it didn’t take hard work to get here in the first place. I mean maybe it is just time to move on you know, to start something fresh. And you know maybe I was getting too comfortable. But it’s cool’ Michael could hear h isvoice start to fade. It hurt. It did hurt.

Michael stopped. What was he doing? Talking just seemed to be making him angry; more emotional. Looking across at Caroline didn’t help either. She just looked like she had no answers and right now he needed something, anything that told him ‘their loss’.

‘You know what’, I think I’m gonna take all my holidays from today if that’s okay, I don’t want the holiday pay off if that’s alright?’

‘Yeah, no that’s fine Mike. I totally understand sweetheart.’ Caroline exclaimed. ‘I wouldn’t wanna stick around either. Look I’ll call HR and see if they’re ready to see you yet.’

When Caroline left the room, Michael, for the first time since hearing the news, seemed to crumble. Tears filled his eyes and his stomach began to churn as thoughts filled his head about the future. Not so much a few weeks from now more like a few hours from now. Should he go straight home after this, or go to the gym? The gym – was his employees discount still valid? Discounts; all the employee discounts – the record stores, sports wear and fashion stores, airline ticket and hotel discounts; cinema and theme park discounts – great when he took his niece and nephew. Oh no, his brother – was he going to tell his brother about this. They’d always been in this weird competition with each other although none of them would dare admit it.

‘Sorry sweetheart. Right, I’ve spoken to HR. They said you can go up now if you just wanted to handle everything right now?’

‘Yeah. Yeah, just wanna get it all out the way. Thanks for…just…’

‘No don’t start thanking me Mike, you’ll ‘ave me in tears if you do. Come ‘ere’

Caroline stood up to give Michael a hug. His tall frame towered over her pettiness as he bent down to wrap his arms around her cushioned frame. Michael leaped into the hug more than he had planned. He realised that he needed a hug and that Caroline’s was so calming and re-assuring that he began to feel closer to her right now than he had in the whole 9 years they ‘d worked together.

‘You’re gonna be okay sweetheart. I know it.’ Caroline said as she lovingly rubbed Michael’s back.

‘Thanks Caz.’ Michael said, half in agreement.

Micheal turned round at the entrance to the building. He had nothing much to carry with him. Just a few pieces of paper and his portfolio bag containing his history at Omar and Leary. He hadn’t said goodbye to many as he packed his stuff. Partly because many of them were already on their lunch breaks but mostly because it hurt too much to say goodbye for the day and know that it didn’t mean see you tomorrow.

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )

The Great Depression

Posted on December 8, 2009. Filed under: Short Stories | Tags: , , , , , |

Today was… no different from any other day really. The cold still hit him right between the eyes and the meek sun shone, barely, through the haggard curtains, which, as he remembered every morning, needed changing. Or perhaps just washing.

No thought crossed his mind and a numbness washed over him as he moved to pull himself out of bed. Looking at his phone, the evidence that his life had become so empty stared back at him. No messages, not even a missed call. A missed call he thought, would at least show that someone, anyone may have been thinking about him. No. Even a wrong numbered missed call would offer some sort of hope in this drab, sad life of his.

Getting ready for work never really took that long. A quick shower and shave would show the world that his personal hygiene and overall well being was still something he thought about; occasionally.

What to wear was never a question he pondered. If it was a work day, one of his many brown, grey or on occasion, black suits would do the trick with either a brown, grey or black tie to match. After all, nobody could care less what he wore. Nobody could care less whether or not he was breathing. Must call Mum, he thought.

Stepping out into the cold, he closed his eyes. To you and I, this looked like a man taking in a new day with hope and happiness the Plat du Jour. To him, not so much. No. This was the point at which he always contemplated walking back inside, closing, no locking the door behind him and just going to sleep forever. Never ever having to open his eyes.

The walk to the bus stop was… uneventful. That is, if you count someone being splashed by a passing car uneventful. To him, this could possibly be the highlight of his day.

The bus stank. It stank of old and wet and mold. It was heaving with androids. He turned his face to look out the window; to look at the poor things on the street waiting for buses. Waiting for their lives to begin, he thought.

No real thought crossed his mind during this bus journey to work this morning. Deliberate perhaps as any thought would not be a good one.

Staring at the clock, he reminded himself that there were only 5 more hours left of work as he sat in this meeting. It’s funny, that whenever you zone out in a meeting, it is at the point that someone directs a crucial question to you based on the very information you missed during your zoning-out session. He smiled to himself. But not today he thought. Not ever really, he thought.

Heading back to his desk. What was he supposed to do again. Sitting there, he decided he would try and remember what he was supposed to do again. Yes, this, he thought, he would do for the next 4 hours.

He rarely says bye to anyone on leaving. Well, what for? If you don’t say ‘Hi’ is there really any need to say ‘Bye.’

Forty-five minutes waiting for this damn bus and the longer you wait the more justified it seems to stay as a sorry little voice tells you ‘no, damn it, you have to stay. You’ve waited this long. They owe you.’

Getting home is never really sweet. Just sweet sorrow perhaps. The silence hits him like most people when they arrive home to an empty house, but the emptiness swallows him from the inside-out.

The night is pretty much stagnant. No movement. No calls, no laughter no ‘oh the day I’ve had blah blah blah’. Silence. And not the welcoming kind.

The bed offers solace. Temporarily.

Today was… no different then any other day really. The cold still hits him right between the eyes and the meek sun shone, barely, through the haggard curtains.

But today, a thought did cross his mind.

He sat up.

Opened the haggard curtains. Stood and stared at the meek sun.

I’m going to wear my red tie today, he thought.

©

Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 2 so far )

Liked it here?
Why not try sites on the blogroll...