Rush

In this life.. I’ve gone through things…

Some grotesque some surreal …

Like an endless movie reel

Life is persistent

 Rolling credits even when they aren’t due.

 It’s just like me and you …

You brought out feelings I couldn’t subdue..

Feelings got sticky and messy like misused glue turned into goo

 Those are my legs turning into jelly

 Just brush past me one last …time

I promise my palms won’t get too sweaty

I’ll seize to be petty about how I am like putty in your hands

 About the ‘who’s- who’s’ and us… if it’s there

 Let ‘us’ rush

 Time waits for no man or woman so I feel even less empowered

Just rush

Let our emotions crash as we ride on that hot wave

Stirred deeper than lust…

We know each other

But we’re out of time …

That is why we must rush..

Do not tarry any longer

We must have each other ravenously…just rush..

Rush towards us

Rush for me.

#TSKC

Complex Complexities

Hello there… just as we get acquainted … I need you to know I AM A COMPLEX BEING.

My thoughts and actions are easier said than done to decipher.

My spontaneity?

Unpredictable naturally just as the very word implies

 It may seem as though I over think, over analyse or over-stand…

That I see the invisible and non-existent

But you must know this by now even before my name

Before the multitude of hallucinogens

 I AM A COMPLEX BEING! 

Neither shall I show the real meaning of a light nod or expression…

The race ran by my ambition based solely of cognition explored with pen as sword

My eyes are not gorged out…with a simple pout it is clear…there’s disapproval in the air a slight whiff somewhere

You scratch your scalp simply because the little hair left has been pulled out…

Comprehension of this creature this being is STILL beyond you even if I behave the most polite

 I must beg that you find it clear…

My name is Stephanie and I AM A COMPLEX BEING.

Fire...

Listen to FIRE here..

Pen to recycled paper under the shadowy candlelight

I think of things I would rather do in the wax scented air, you and me body to body

I’d rather be on top in control of every stroke as we rock

For you I will surrender my independence

Lower myself to your peasant when you starve me of the good taste,

That loving you bring me

Your sex is on fire undoubtedly,

My heart nearly expires at the slightest caress of your fingers

You know where…

That paradise of explosion you know so well as you charter me there first class

Erotic eruptions, don’t change the linen, your essence rouses my loins

Back arched, I become a contortionist for you, reaching for the ceiling

Voices hoarse

The walls ringing with panted echoes of our names

Seeing the very galaxies from a view so high then a drop so sharp

I choke back tears I’ve lost all fears

The bed, cold floor and dirty bathroom is our sanctuary

Swapping much more than just bodily fluids

Let a part of you grow within me

A bigger entity intertwined

Oh so spiritually

Legs wrapped, heart, mind, and soul combined out of control just on a roll

The insatiable hunger hits me like a fever…

Fire…

One look at me is beyond ecstatic, somersaults and acrobatics in my mind running through my nerves…the surface of my skin trembling…hearts resounding the same song as you slip off my thong

Murmuring sweetness…

I am NOT in love…

I am willingly completely sexually domesticated

Are you?

This is the Fire that resides in my desire for you.

iHeart College (i.e. University to the Africans)

You’re sitting in that cold yet fully packed open space and it hits you, just as you look at that printed paper all the wasted time of your semester flashes before you, that Shit called life you ‘YOLO'd’ at comes and bites you in the ass; that six pack of ‘who knows’, shots and or shooters of ‘God forbid’, gallivanting to clubs named after islands off coasts you can only Google Map (an atlas seriously what century is this?).

Being a university student is a lot harder than Asher Roth puts it. I mean sure all the good stuff is there believe that, drugs you’ve always heard of and only dreamt of trying, the easiest girls in the world  or drunest or both (in all honesty if guys don’t get more laid in their varsity days something is wrong, right?), beyond frivolous sex, love triangles, the boy or the b*tch is mine claw and fist fights respectively, the party rocking colour blocking, leotards en shuffle or vice versa without the apologies and the alcohol? Good heavens it is indeed ‘liquor paradise’, mostly for those who can both afford and handle it. One can eat crap or not eat it every day, vomit it after every meal or eat five helpings of it at every juncture. You can be queer, straight or drag, change your name to Longinus or anything considered ‘cool’ at the time no one cares! Its freedom deluxe and no one anywhere beyond reach can tell you what to do how often with whom at what time. I could go on and with the list of liberties but those in University know these things.

Back to the point before I drift off into another post teenage reverie (cue dreamy harp music), where was I Yes, a cold open space. You’re in that exam room alone, as far as the Answer sheet ids considered you’re an individual who shall be evaluated as such. It doesn’t matter how epic last night’s party was or how much you scribble ‘WTF?’ the question paper. The reality remains though hard as hell you should be your own person or you’ll get swept by the High School, University and eventually Adult life currents. You’ll figure from the stuff mentioned these waters flow strong because even after high school,( the place we’re encouraged to shun our true selves for the most insignificant amount of acceptance) we are thrust into young adultery, I mean adulthood, University.  Be it far from home in hundreds or thousands of kilometres or miles for most. There’s an obvious shift environment, when you’re on slight occasion home sick then you’re so NOT! Subsequently there’s this ‘thing’ you feel; (for many it’s the reason they leave home or choose a university so far away)…it’s Kanye-West-Power. No one student should have it but we do the second we arrive by coach, plane or in uncomfortable-as-fuck-Combies, the power to be the person you were raised to be or to create an entirely different personality is placed firmly in grasp. You could either roll it into a blunt or mould it into a vase your pick!

It’s so simple to lose oneself who you are where you are coming from and worse yet where you’re headed, finding you though, all of him/her? Not so easy I suggest name tags, labels and preferably not to get lost at all. Stay rooted not stumped to where you are from never forget it, good or bad it’s the official measure of progress or regression, left from right. And remember just as there is a morning after tablet for unprotected sex there’s a piercing headache and hunger pang from hell (Hangover) after a night of epic party rocking; Ladies, Gents and ‘In-betweeners’, consequence lives amongst us.