Shopaholic

it all starts with the window shopping
ohh look a lil’ closer

did the armani frames just wink at u

the sparkle on the gold necklace
or the smell of fresh fabric

just a lil’ closer
go ahead just a touch won’t kill
you can picture yourself in that all black combo
the fine chick can’t stop starring ‘cos you r hot and she knows it

yes , suddenly u feel it in ur veins
you dash down to the counter to pay
you say to yourself its expensive
but i’ll survive even if its on a garium sulfide diet

and finally you climax , walking out of the shop

big smile , chest out n head held high
victorious like u have just won the battle of troy
5mins later u get  a debit notification from ur bank

slowly but surely reality creeps in and you feel stupid

shredding ur ATM card and swearing never to let it happen again

wait a min you are right back where it started harmlessly starring at another Prada shoe ….

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Edited By @didaress

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By midevodka

Pinocchio

Women lie, Men Lie
We all have it hardwired into our DNA
We lie to get accepted
We lie to escape punishment
We even lie to make new friends
But the greatest lie of all is that told to self
Repeating a lie does not make it true
But it makes it believable enough for even the liar to fall prey to his own lies

If you ever wish to strengthen a lie mix a little truth
But a half lie still is a lie

A lie is ugly without doubt
But so can be the truth
In the end whether black, white, or elephant, a lie is a lie

To ba Fe mi

Just like the truth, love hurts

its sting sometimes lasting for eternity

we find ways to accept our own flaws and faults

but find it hard to swallow the past and wrongs of our lover

love is a feeling all encompassing

the quick rush, the butterflies, the cravings
but wait, that’s only just the good side

it also brings jealousy, insecurity, and anger
true love is not bliss

it is a constant struggle for perfection

loving me would mean treating my flaws as yours

And embracing my past so we can seek a future

take me as I am
be my friend
be my freak

be my forever

Edited by: Bem

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Redemption

In true struggle for redemption
we seek that which is truly not lost
we seek that which once was
we seek perfection
holding on to our humanity
weak but refusing to stand down
devastated by loss and pain
we choose to fight on
the battle for normalcy and sanity
is to be won from within
They say the bigger u are the harder you fall
in the battle for redemption its not the fall that matters
but the strength to get up and fight

Again and Again till victory is attained.

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Inspired By @GambitScarface
Edited By @didaress

The Art of Flirting

flirting the game only 2 can play

the game for the tactful and the skilled

a wink here , a hi there, and a subtle touch there…works like magic

a game initiated by the smallest of compliments and holiest of intents

a game of fewer words and hidden body language

a game enjoyed for the thrill of seduction and amusement

can also lead to the hottest sex ever imagined

it’s a kill or be killed affair

the hunter may easily become prey

a game so delicate and gentle

flirting without intention swings like a double-edged sword

Indian, Negro or Caucasian

flirting is universal

even though the actions vary from culture to culture

the rules of engagement are clear

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Edited By BEM

By midevodka

Cause of Death L.O.V.E

On a Sunday nite jst after d bay d cops find me stone cold wit a note in my pocket
a bullet hole, multiple stab wounds .

All in the name of love!
If you ask me love is equal to trust.
can u love someone completely without trusting completely?
no. that would be blind trust (what we all know as one chance)
they say love is blind – acting the fool, fools falling in love. we all don turn Maga.
You say he’s just a random guy, but your friends tell me different.
then u say you wanted to use him to spite me.
it worked.
but i think dat’s where your hands got stuck to the scooby snacks.
everytime i think about you and him, i tell myself that there’s a perfect explanation.
all lies. ow can i love u if i can’t trust u?
but tonite, im standing here…totally heartlesss, cos guess wat?
my heart did’nt make it through last night. it was buried.
I slit my wrist when your love cldnt kill me fast énuf and here lies the writing on my heart’s gravesite:
cause of death – love.

Edited by Fumi Fatona

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By midevodka

its complicated

We hear but we don’t listen 
like an illusion 
LOVE ….the word is seeming confusion 
mama told me, fall in love wit your friend
Papa said, dont use your heart,love with you head
was told never to make love with a friend…(bad for business)
as long as the earth stays in motion
love is not a forever promise
love turns hate 
friends turn snakes
its all the same to me 
make a stranger ur lover 
fall in love then u find a beast 
heart torn to shreads
u r falling so fast 
wait a min cloud 9 was barely moments ago 
now u fight to hold on to memories that 1ce were 
when it all comes down
love hurts & like everything in life
it doesnt last for ever 
Thats the way love goes 

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By midevodka

CLosEr


You’re all that I want.
All that I will ever need
Hold me close énuf
No. closer than close
tight énuf for me to smell ur perfume
tighter still…. swe me long énuf 2 make my heart melt
Kiss me.
slow énuf to feel ur heartbeat
Whisper those words that make my heart skip
Let’s hold on 2 this moment 4 ever.
And ever.
I’m your knight in shiny armour
Will you be my happy ever after

its a reflaction of feelings we long for

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By midevodka

Dear Alcohoooooooool

I thought I’d take a minute to discuss some troubling factors with you. First and foremost, let me tell you that I’m a huge fan of yours. Your many sides and dimensions are mind-boggling (different than beer goggling, which I’ll touch upon shortly.) Yes, my friend, you always seem to be there when needed: the perfect post-work cocktail, a beer with the game…and you’re even around in the holidays: Hidden inside chocolates you warm me when am stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. Yet lately, I’ve been wondering about your intentions.

You see, I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, but I feel that your influence has led to unwise consequences, briefed below for your review:

1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important,I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity occurs after 3 am. Why would you make me call those ex-girlfriends when i know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night.

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal and, though cooking is far from my specialty, why you suggested that I eat a kebab with chilli sauce coupled with a pot noodle and some stale crisps (washed down with chocolate nesquik and topped off with a Kit Kat) is beyond me. Eclectic eater I am, but I think you went a bit too far this time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you’re subtly trying to tell me I need to do yoga more to increase my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down the stairs. Completely unnecessary, and the black and blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly,it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Pictures: This is a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last point below, but the following costumes are heretofore banned from being placed on my head in public: Indian Wigs,Sombreros, Bows, Ties, Boxes, upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, bras.

5. Beer Goggles: If I think I may know him/her from somewhere, I most likely do not. PLEASE do not request that I go over and see if in fact, I do actually know that person. This is similar to the old “Hey, you’re in my class” syndrome EX MAY1999 Mayflower , and should heretofore be rendered illegal. Coupled with this is the phrase “Let’s shag.” While I may be thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth block that would keep this thought from being a statement, especially in public.

Further, the subsequent hangovers have GOT to stop. Come on now, it’s only fair-you do your part, I’ll do mine.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our relationship for some years now, and want to ensure that we remain on good terms. You’ve been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when we just don’t know what to do with the extra money in our pockets. In order to continue this relationship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday at 17.59pm (pre happy hour) on your possible solutions and hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

am happy alot of things in this has changed from the tym i wrote this 2yrs ago !! any wayz we all agree there is a touch of greatness in every Man !!!

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By midevodka