There’s an extremely thin line Between love and hatred And I’ve been wondering for a while Whether I’d already crossed it Or if I’m still walking blind Waiting to be elated © Lusessita Kingsley
and yetthis mere thoughtof giving upmakes me feelso disgustedmakes me feelso horrified and yetsome thingsare unavoidableI’ve waited way too longfor you to show upfor you to come along and yetit’s shamefulthat I’ll settle fora man who will only talk too mucha man who can onlydo so little I don’t want to be on my own … More Untitled #2
(02/01/2019) And for all those months my heart would always skip a beat every time I feared you wouldn’t fight for me… © Lusessita Kingsley
Today is my nameday, the feast of St. Lucy. Saint Lucy came from a wealthy Sicilian family and was born in the end of 3rd century. Rejecting marriage and worldly goods (she’d benevolently give away all the family’s wealth and devote herself to help the presecuted Christians), she vowed to remain a virgin, which angered her suitor, … More St. Lucia’s Day
Excerpt from “2 A.M.” poemfull poem here
Brian Carter was an aspiring lawyer. He was in his thirties, but due to his unquestionable talent and skills, he soon became one of the experts in the field. His wit, sharp mind, dedication and diligence had led him up in his career at a very fast pace. At the age of 30, he became … More Stay alive. Part Two.
I don’t have much opportunity to travel these days as my work occupies a lot of my time. However, I do try to take a break and go somewhere new. The Balkans have always been on my mind. The problem was that I considered this part of Europe rather wild and not easy to travel. … More Montenegro of my dreams
(November 2016) Morning reflections. Something has changed. In me, I guess. Dancing no longer helps, nor does the alcohol. I eat, I drink, I sleep, I go to work. Everything seems to be automatic, though. Days go by, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays… I hardly notice. Thoughts in my head. Thousands of thoughts per minute. None … More On the Pursuit of Happiness. Part Six.
Don’t ask for permission Just come and give it all to me Put it in my mouth Leave it on my lips Smear it in my hair Spread it on my skin like chocolate Let me have it in me Make me feel it Make me choke on it Make me taste it like a … More Don’t ask
Winding roads are there To prepare us better For our destination ❤