Lies.
What do we tell ourselves…?
when reading between the lines
absent from our unconscious signs
but displayed across our faces
revealing blatant microexperessions
attempting to amuse and satisfy
our inner brutish critics we secretly glorify
just to deceive an equally flawed audience….
Fundamentalism in either religion or science does not draw you nearer to G-d/God/Allah etc. nor will it ever impart to you a cohesive understanding of reality. It will only ever bring you closer to your […]
Cycles by SM CADMAN Poetry/Prose “It is always very difficult to go against the wind, and to stand up straight and say no when the easier path is to give in and go in the […]
Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – `Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail – Assent – and you are sane – Demur […]
“Molla ibn Malak was listening at the door to the conversation his boss was having with a man who sounded like he was a continent away. He listened intently to what he had been told before was English, being exchanged between the two businessmen. At eleven years old he wanted to go to school to learn this language, he thought that this would be a good thing to do to get away from the factory where he had been sewing and constructing fabrics into garments since he was eight years old.”
So the big winner this year for the Frustrated Writers Contest was: Saaqshi Sharma Her story was: “Mr. Noodles Was My Babysitter” CONGRATULATIONS! and well done! I’m glad I lost to this story, hehe :D […]
