I was seeking a place to escape from reality Went deep underground and found D.U.P A place where peeps like me compose & share Where no subject matter ever gets spared
You may not care for some things that you'll see That's the great versatility of what's called poetry Agree to disagree then keep scribbling with your pen You'll eventually reach someone that you can befriend
Don't pretend to be something that you truly aren't You'll get exposed by pros whose prose are of a different font Art should be genuine and your...
I went through school as a Math wiz It always came naturally to me I truly believe that I am left brained Because I tend to lean on logic before I lean on emotions but hey
One day I decided to join public speaking Now in terms of competing I was a little late to this party It wasn't just about speaking in front of people but there was a technique to it Well I missed those 'formative years'
So I decided that I would have the best content out there, We could all speak but what are we saying So...
Monday morning had come The routine staff meeting was taking place Today everyone seemed serious The cheery energy from the last time Seemed to have doubled down Now this place felt like coming to work
Everyone gone assigned the area where they would be working And that is when I realized I didn't actually get a full tour of the store I basically just stood with Ben in the same position towards the front end
"So Newbie you will be working in the Discreet section" - BossLady remarked
A degree in hand and debt chasing me down This is my life now Job hunting wasn't favorable on me The market is closed off right now
Just when I was about to give up Something did come up A friend of mine recommended I join her workplace It was at a retail store The pay wasn't that good Yet for some reason she was really happy to work there
So I thought what the heck
The store wasn't that huge It was just in the vicinity of the mall Yet it was almost hard to notice When driving past ...
Back in my day kid, yeah back in my day things were DIFFERENT. They were BETTER. Werewolves were feared and snails forgotten and trampled after a solid full moon and a rain. You see it always rained on the full moon. They used to say that the moon was Godís eye and once a month he needed a good cry. So all he had to do was open one eye and look at us and he would openly weep. He couldnít open both eyes. That shit would kill him. That much pain. He would off himself that night.
So what did God do? He gave us werewolves and called it a night and now they haunt this village every...