PasopNegra

I will tell you a story…about Guillermo Firstly, time waits for no man and he knew this from the fresh age of six At the time he didn't know what it meant But soon he figured out what his papa was saying It was how fast he would get his next beer in his hand Perfectly flushed from the freezer  That's how papa liked it. He was sure to remind Guillermo each time Whether through palpable or venomous words As a teen, being rebellious or out of line was not an option. The consequences to painful Memories causing a phantom ache  He hated the feelings of abandonment that came after He looked for escapes  His beauty suffered The one thing that kept him from leaving the earth His dad reminded him always  Of what a beauty he was Hands he couldn't keep to himself His free now The phantom aches Reminding him of the heavy breaths The forced frenzies  Now that he is his own He feels alive and better than ever… The obsession started on an ordinary night. He was bu...

 Finifugal :(n.) hating endings; someone who tries to prolong the inevitable/ final moments My grandfather always told us stories of his past. Oddly enough, he always chose to dwell there rather than face the reality he was currently experiencing. Today, in particular, he preferred to recount the story of how he lost his wife. Whenever he talked about it, his deep-set eyes held a clock turning back to that time. A certain kind of pain wrenched a guilt-filled moan from his very chest. I was drowning myself in kachipembe again that day. Though the war was over, I felt like I was in the middle of the battlefield again. The stench of rotting blood, mud, and gunpowder still lingering in my nostril s. With each sip, we would teeter between reality and memory. The young boys would urge us to tell them our body counts, from our most gruesome kills to the most dangerous missions we would tell them all for another bottle of beer and moonshine. Tonight was no different, I drank till I pis...

  It slicked through the labyrinth of alleyways, its sleek form blending seamlessly with the darkness that cloaked the city streets. The neon glow of the metropolis cast eerie shadows, concealing its predatory advance. With every sinuous movement, it drew closer to its prey, its senses honed to the scent of vulnerability and fear. The city, once promised as a beacon of opportunity, now lay tarnished and sullied by the grim realities of its underbelly. Those who traversed its thoroughfares did so with haste, seeking refuge in the flickering lights and the semblance of safety they provided. Yet, even amidst the chaos and decay, there existed a hierarchy of desperation, a hierarchy that this creature understood all too well. For it hungered not for sustenance in the traditional sense, but for the intoxicating rush that only the flesh of the young and reckless could provide. In the shadows, it lurked, its craving growing with each passing moment. The stench of decay and decayed dreams ...

 river of tears the blood spilling like a torrential stream like velvet smooth like unfurling silk the hounds  hungrily devouring the flesh 'like supple flesh!' one snickered howls of laughter followed after making  an echoing sound against the space. soon it faded with their shadows soon it was silence pain was the only proof of life they saw it as art their best work yet river of tears a scream of shredding material a gurgling mewl for help the voice silenced in violence the only sound left was the unaware city scurrying rodents looking on  instinct making them understand   the river of tears  cursed with a drought we have no rain in our world to fill it hearing the temple deteriorate the crack and crunch of the pillars of dignity we flinched at the scene but out of respect, we keep our eyes connected steeling ourselves for your sake the frustration of hopelessness suffocating  the river of tears will face a drought soon the dark nights will turn to ...

When dusk is upon us The candles are lit When the sun is gone along with its warmth the space between us charged with lust The finality of when the clock strikes What a relief to hear it What joy! We shall be the source of fire that ignites the shadows within The orbits magnetically connecting us Panting Shivering Hissing Domination Submission Intertwining like vines on a branch holding my body captive The moon and the stars our only witnesses Domineering Subversion your flesh a tasty experience Unsuspecting of the cruelty that awaited thus your voice sounded elated that was my intention I wanted the screeching sonata of panic. The rising tides of frenzy Your muscle memorizing the organ  clenching and shaping to its size as my tongue danced around tasting the flesh at its freshest I felt it down my throat and gut with a final spasm You ceased  “Bravo! Beautiful!” I cheered with an applause and a wipe of my mouth I smeared your remains on my face...

I t all started with a clip from the iconic scene of Jules quoting Ezekiel 25:17 during a death scene from a mobster cliché.  Cliché…the most hated narrative of our day and age.  These days our attention span is short and we as the audience always wish for an avant-garde piece of film that will keep us asking for more. Since Tarantino spent most of his youth hanging around and working in video stores he grew to love and films. During an interview with a reporter Tarantino went on an emotional tirade about his life before he became this famous director. It is admirable that he had  no experience whatsoever  and had no education into it, by simply watching B-rated and Hollywood movies he has gained a vast knowledge in order to critique  and be able to recognize the movies’ narratives immediately is what led to him to create Pulp Fiction , the movie that led  him to glorious fame.  He talked about how he used to have discussions with his fellow co-workers...

Hysterical laughter was heard from the room… A woman just finished watching the new Joker movie and simply couldn’t help but scream in hysterical laughter, finding it ironic that the character was somewhat relatable. Day 1 of lockdown was considered a blessing in disguise, her shitty job with shitty pay and shittier hours was closed down, it was not an essential service. She got up from the couch and picked up the remote. She switched the screen to Netflix and let a show run in the background as she headed for the bathroom.  Washing her hands and she couldn’t bare looking in the mirror, it was unavoidable, so she saw glimpses of herself looking dishevelled and ten years older than what she really was. Her natural locks in a protective style from weeks ago, she couldn’t help but feel more depressed than ever. Talk Console Share Intimate Moments Debate For herself and nobody else. She had no one but herself and her little apartment. Cutting herself off further from the outside world,...

 When the sun goes down the moon shines at its brightest. There is a certain disquiet among us. No animal nor insect made a sound. The only privileged one is the wind, but even it...whistled lowly and rustled softly over the land. When the sun goes down a pale luminescent light now blocked out by the beastly shadow. Terrified of the world around them. the candlelights dimming at the sheer force of the darkness. It has come, the evil so pungent even the purest of souls (children) lay still and remain so. When the night comes the first shrill that asks for help is the most terrifying of all, because the next day you have to face your cowardice and offer your condolences. Everyone crouching in the far corners furthest from the door. When the night comes the crunching of bones and squelching bloody limbs goes on and on and on and on...the bang of another door being broken down, the familiar sound of splintering wood. The screams of desolate hopelessness. When the night comes...

  Sula                                                                                                                                                                 ...so it came down to this? Sula my love, I have hope for the both of us Sula           I never hated my name more than now                          Sula my name coming off as a painful groan Sula          ...

  on a lowly bench                                     it has seen many faces                                       never went any places   held down   by asses of all            shapes and sizes -PasopNegra

Mama said that if I didn’t come home before dark I wouldn’t make it home again. I was lucky that warm humid night.   She always warned... “Meu filho (my son) be careful...there are strange things that come out in the night. Naughty children disappear all the time. Listen filho be home before the sun hits Bhangu Mountain.”Mama sometimes took it too far. So I didn’t listen. I played by the river with my friends. By the time my mother’s warning rang through my mind, the sun was just about to reach the mountains peak. We all scattered in a state of hysterical laughter screaming and shouting at each other to corre! (run). I lived the furthest away and ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. They felt heavier and heavier as the sun went down, the crickets and distant roars of the animals in the wild. My pace quickened again when I heard a ruffle in the bushes, I told myself I’m almost home and shivered at the beating that was to come when I got home. I was a few huts away from my...

Listen I hate to repeat myself like a broken record Over and over it goes in a tight circle  Is it so hard to understand  No touching  No talking  No lovemaking Just feel the need to leave  the tip I'm here to make you feel animalistic  Like a cavalier I'm here to entertain you  To show you the world I'm the forbidden fruit that your wife cant be compared to I give you a few moments of bliss that feels ceaseless Danglin' what you already have at home I just show you what she cant do  50 for a dance 100 for the ne plus ultra orgasm Come back next time you hear!😘                                                                       _PasopNegra

  (n.) the overwhelming urge to run away... Let's go! We have no place here Why do you hesitate at this crucial moment  They are just tarrying your fate Yet you feel trapped by love Let's leave! Do you wish to suffer further  You hear their laughter it's mocking your  your permanence How foolish of you  Get out! Escape and live again Leave and stay gone Do not look back Belonging is futile So keep moving and live                                                                                                                                            ...

Breathe my love like it's your first time on earth You are safe now Feel free to be uncomfortable in the sepulcher for it is like home inhale don't be greedy there's a limit you know after all...you only have so much the sound of the sand ringing out like shotguns the thuds getting dimmer and lighter you hear the coons laughing at their triumph your pride trickling out like blood  your tears unshed to self-respecting to stain your face exhale your last breath for your story wont surface the truth buried in an eternity of silence take care, my love like your fiery red hatred they will burn in hell to them, you were nothing but wild game you're out of time your screams as silent as the very mimes you used to be afraid of your voice just another whisper to the howling wind I have to run along now so long my love I wish you farewell _PasopNegra    

W here am I? A ware but not moving N ot remembering how I got here T ortured by laughter O n and on she moaned N o this isn't how i wanted it L aced by my own drug U shered in by her innocence  S uctioned by her sheath T aking the seed with vigor G yrating like i paid for it  E laine such beauty cant be sinful  T ensing to prolong the inevitable  S odomizing herself to reach peaks Y et I have no control O pening my mouth for another pill U shered in by her innocence   K illing her in my mind for such an act I am no man, she took that fact L ust being my downfall L ying in the stench of unwanted play E laine such beauty shouldn't know such foreplay  D istancing myself from the scene moans and groans and all.  B aited Y our trap effective for my predatory perversion that awaited W ishing and praying i will never do it again  O ffered up and slain M artyred that very night E laine... Do you understand my plight N o woman shall touch me anew _PasopNeg...

I know you pretty sick of love songs The songs of how we were together  Our rivals envied us Jealous of our love We showed that off Put it on display  Made sure we got others' approval And it was toxic We thrived off of it like a drug Those toxins seeped out as radiation The energy fucking us up We just needed each other but it was never enough Enough, lets not fight again You immediately go on the offense  This is 'communication' If speaking over me... No... Let me...  Forget it. At least can I walk away with some pride Once & for all but you know once I am gone I'll probably be back I just keep on wishing I could make you stay Your toxin is an endorphin  Making me your number one addict The high that is you is never enough Congratulations, I'm a mess without you  _PasopNegra  

DEAR CRUSH, I can't deal with thinking about you 24/7 365, i mean come on...why are you so perfect in my eyes every time i see you my words get jumbled, i cant think straight, i ant and reveal irrelevant facts just to get you talking and avoiding the awkward moments we share...wait! you don't know me yet, you dont even remember my name sometimes... i stare at you when you are not looking, my friends call me whipped. i say im in love with little heart-shaped emojis in my eyes. i pray every day you look at me the same way i feel about you. i even write poems about you... im at your house looking through your window, yes. undress. let me see your perfect body...shit im sorry i cant help it. you are like a beautifully sculpted being made just for me. please look at me, notice me. who is that? no one can have you like i do... see how that rhymed we are meant to be together forever. i wrote you a poem, read it... it will be just like the Notebook i will send you a letter every day un...