Nana.

Day 293.
I am seated on the high chair.
The mean old lady force feeds me.
A cold metal spoon crosses my mouth roughly past my cheek.
She feeds me food that resembles play dough.
This one has a mean face.
She tries to play peekaboo.
I smirk with a lonely grimace.
She doesn’t seem to notice.
The other one had milk white teeth with a little brown tint.
I liked her.
The other one before that one wore jewelry that made me squint.
I mean what does it take for me to have one Nana?
“Park and leave” of the day has been the order.
Maybe to bear this is worthily a good fortune.
But before I have a choice how could I know?
*Nana*
*Cappa 2018*

Nana.

Day 293.
I am seated on the high chair.
The mean old lady force feeds me.
A cold metal spoon crosses my mouth roughly past my cheek.
She feeds me food that resembles play dough.
This one has a mean face.
She tries to play peekaboo.
I smirk with a lonely grimace.
She doesn’t seem to notice.
The other one had milk white teeth with a little brown tint.
I liked her.
The other one before that one wore jewelry that made me squint.
I mean what does it take for me to have one Nana?
“Park and leave” of the day has been the order.
Maybe to bear this is worthily a good fortune.
But before I have a choice how could I know?
*Nana*
*Cappa 2018*

Help.

Dark night…
Flash skies…constellations…
I make my way…I make my way as time flies…
Thoughts cross my mind as my inner self constantly reminds them to look left and right…

They choke me…constantly tell me to tap out…
Enigmatic…
Life is a reversal of all my thoughts and expectations….
My brain with its voices subjected to expeditions…
Deep pursuit for the purpose of life…..
And the dilemma weaves webs in my brain…
And I am trapped inside……unable to pull myself out….
I am trying to focus on what is real….
A cliche how my life I feel…
I think about leaving but my heart tells me otherwise…
But before I have a choice, how could I know?

Cappa.2018

BELLSđź””

He rescued me from the phase where I used to have crescent moon shaped scars on my palms…..from digging my nails in.. every time i clenched my fists….. He told me that……i should quit being a vendetta in everyone’s insane story…that I should stop inviting people in my life…..that it triggered my rage about being born on the wrong sides of the world……that I should take it easy….. avoid being zonked from all my thoughts……
He showed me so much love… I forgot my own name…….thoughts of him entangled my little brain like a maze game….and in the voices of my head….from me grew fame… I wanted him to be mine……no heck he was mine…I wanted him to be my boo….no wait….my dad…I wanted him to be my dad….see boyfriends come and go…husbands come and go….but dads are forever……I want him to be my forever…… He opened some sort of vein in my body….because thoughts of him just make me rupture into tiny spasms as I think of……his eyebrows raised at me…and he bites his lip….as he looks at me…..and I feel his breathe…on me……as I give him my innocence… With the stroke of his fingertips on my skin…..he initiates me to the best kind of feeling a 21 year old could feel….
A feeling of mental confusion….infused with paralysis from love…
The end.
™Cappa Julie 2018
Revolve or die.

Non exposé

~PART2~

And you had something…to live for… Or rather something to live with..and you wanted him for yourself… Until….the crisis on earth came…and the once known gold mines of your brain ruptured and you became sick… You uterably became stupid… And you went back to the same you…..the one that used to have conversations with their own brain… Funny that your brain had a million characters.. Each with a million voices… So basically you were a walking stadium of berserk spectators… He had broken you…his karaoke stick had made you weak in the knees because he had “hit those things”…. And you disgusted him…he was blatantly sick of you….but the only mistake you’d done was love him…dangerously…. And given him immense attention when he needed it…
So you left his house…and walked…in your hand was a rusty old knife… And in you mind….thoughts…You had looked close enough and realized that the pain of a love that had left but hadn’t died still hurt even more… Just because it was a love that would never be….it was only an illusion…. And you’d fix it….the romeo and Juliet style…. Only with more sophistication maybe…
So you sat on the wooden bench by the park..and held out your knife…and scrapped off the mud off your boots… And you stood…went back to fight for your love…. With Ado.
THE END.
™ Cappa Julie.
Revolve or die

Untitled.

She was Detroit skinny…Detroit smart…Detroit sharp. She took her brain and heart for a run every single day…miles and miles…couple of hours.. She was the human species…the other fellow human species gave her migraine all the time….you see they kept pointing at their wrists while asking for the time….pathetic…the lover she had from the human species…always dipped in her bowl…yet they were eating the same food… Disgusting… Her generation was criticised my the old fellas from the human species…forgetting they brought her up you know….many a time she had to siphon words…from her male human species lover….tedious… She liked the ketchup plain vicious.. But they kept diluting it in the funny places they called cafĂ©s.. She used some gadget she called a phone…but the species she called pals…never replies to her texts..she lost relevance ….she had definitely lost relevance… Her morale slowly drained in the sewer…and I could do anything about it…
I’m just this guy reciting the conceited passion. I’m just…whatever my name was….
*©Cappa J 2018*

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