Thief
...“And now you have the audacity to lecture me
on the artistic value of movies?” I screamed
frantically, “You’re a thief! You must be behind
bars...”
...“And now you have the audacity to lecture me
on the artistic value of movies?” I screamed
frantically, “You’re a thief! You must be behind
bars...”
Screw
A screw, a defective one, that’s what I am. Pay attention! I’
m not a nail. Nails are flat head with no character I say.
They are straightforward. I’m not. They have no twists and
turns, I do. They are easy going. I’m not. Just hit a nail on
the head and it obediently does its job, I don’t. You can
straighten a crooked nail with a hammer and it works as
good as new and if you hit me, I get even more crooked.
A screw, a defective one, that’s what I am. Pay attention! I’
m not a nail. Nails are flat head with no character I say.
They are straightforward. I’m not. They have no twists and
turns, I do. They are easy going. I’m not. Just hit a nail on
the head and it obediently does its job, I don’t. You can
straighten a crooked nail with a hammer and it works as
good as new and if you hit me, I get even more crooked.
“I”
It’s a secret I must reveal, the true identity
of “I”, as absurd, confusing and ridicules as
it may seem. How to keep my distant from
“I” and how to expose it’s true identity is
my dilemma.
It’s a secret I must reveal, the true identity
of “I”, as absurd, confusing and ridicules as
it may seem. How to keep my distant from
“I” and how to expose it’s true identity is
my dilemma.
Insomnia
...Why would a little fly make its
mission in life to torment me in the
middle of the night? We both knew
there was no way out. The door was
shut and the windows closed; one of us
had to fall tonight.
As I fantasized different ways of
destroying my enemy, the insect
callously opened another front in the
war and suddenly flew right into my
face. A split second before clocking me
in the eye, it changed its path and
violently circled my head. Now the only
way to strike it was to punch my own
face. This charade had gone long
enough...>>>>
...Why would a little fly make its
mission in life to torment me in the
middle of the night? We both knew
there was no way out. The door was
shut and the windows closed; one of us
had to fall tonight.
As I fantasized different ways of
destroying my enemy, the insect
callously opened another front in the
war and suddenly flew right into my
face. A split second before clocking me
in the eye, it changed its path and
violently circled my head. Now the only
way to strike it was to punch my own
face. This charade had gone long
enough...>>>>
Encounter
Once again, the same pervert followed
me in the darkest streets of my nights
but he’d never managed to catch me
yet. When I run out of breath and the
split second before he lays a hand on
me, I usually trip and hit my head on a
curb or crash into traffic light pole on
the street corner and wake up in cold
sweat. The minute I fall asleep, I have
to run for my life. I’m living a rerun
episode of the same nightmare over and
again.
Last time as I was escaping from this
maniac, I thought, “I can’t run forever,
especially in my sleep. The main
purpose of sleep is to rest, not to run!
A rapist or a murderer he might be, I’ll
face him.” Then I stumbled and fell. As
soon as I woke, I rushed to my brother’
s bedroom and grabbed the baseball bat
from under his bed and the pepper
spray from my purse and anxiously
closed my eyes meet him again. I put
the spray in my blouse pocket and hid
the bat in the next street corner by the
newsstand where I’d planned to make a
right turn during the chase.>>>>
Once again, the same pervert followed
me in the darkest streets of my nights
but he’d never managed to catch me
yet. When I run out of breath and the
split second before he lays a hand on
me, I usually trip and hit my head on a
curb or crash into traffic light pole on
the street corner and wake up in cold
sweat. The minute I fall asleep, I have
to run for my life. I’m living a rerun
episode of the same nightmare over and
again.
Last time as I was escaping from this
maniac, I thought, “I can’t run forever,
especially in my sleep. The main
purpose of sleep is to rest, not to run!
A rapist or a murderer he might be, I’ll
face him.” Then I stumbled and fell. As
soon as I woke, I rushed to my brother’
s bedroom and grabbed the baseball bat
from under his bed and the pepper
spray from my purse and anxiously
closed my eyes meet him again. I put
the spray in my blouse pocket and hid
the bat in the next street corner by the
newsstand where I’d planned to make a
right turn during the chase.>>>>