• Kshemani commented on the post, leverage 6 years, 6 months ago

    It’s not fair that any one person should have such an advantage over the other.
    ‘Leverage’ he calls it.
    I call it blackmail.
    He holds it over my head, near the tip of my nose like a carrot.
    I remember a song lyric from my youth, a distant memory of Bono hissing, “Gimme what I want, and no one gets hurt.”
    Except in this situation, either way…[Read more]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, instill 6 years, 7 months ago

    They try to make you into something you’re not. They try to instil within you that which you already know isn’t true. They hold on to your jaw and force feed you all that they want you to believe. They erase your mind, they morph your soul. At first you try to resist, but after a while, you just get tired and give in. Because lying is easier that…[Read more]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, knock 6 years, 7 months ago

    There are knocks at the door that have people gasping and springing out of their seats to see what exactly is going on. Some knocks bring good news. Some bring bad. Some knocks will get your husband arrested hours after he has finally been released from prison in Paris. These knocks will cause tears and heartbreaks, but also resolutions in the end.

  • Kshemani commented on the post, harness 7 years, 3 months ago

    They trap me. I don’t have to see the harnesses they put upon me, I feel them. Is that not enough? My feeling of claustrophobia and fear and my knowledge of this entrapping world?
    Is that not enough for you to believe me?

  • Kshemani commented on the post, motion 7 years, 3 months ago

    I love roller coasters. They move. That is motion, right? I love being surprised and scared and ecstatic at the same time.
    But then in real life, change scares me. Moving from one place to another, changing from […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, chills 7 years, 3 months ago

    I get chills every time I listen to that damn song. There is nothing sweet or pure about it. It’s gritty and dark and primal and pulsing, nothing like the perky person I am everyday. But that song is magical, and […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, hassle 7 years, 4 months ago

    Why does everything have to be so hard. It’s like, he does it on purpose. He is intentionally perfect just do that I can know exactly what I don’t have. This is beyond a hassle, beyond annoying. There are no words for this.

  • Kshemani commented on the post, chapped 7 years, 5 months ago

    Her lips were dry and chapped. There was no point licking them with her sandpaper tongue. she hadn’t hat water for days and she was sure she didn’t have long to live. The sky was frighteningly vivid, in a colour […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, residue 7 years, 7 months ago

    Residue. It is what is left behind. All is done now, the house sleeps. The residue remains. The residue sobs quiet tears and waits to be brushed away in a fit of disgust. The residue cries. The unwanted. The outsider.

  • Kshemani commented on the post, trunk 7 years, 7 months ago

    She couldn’t breathe. Well, she could breathe, but just barely.
    It had all happened so fast. She was walking home after an exhausting day when she had been grabbed. A hand covered her mouth and nose and she was […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, ratings 7 years, 7 months ago

    Why do we care so much about what people think? Why are we obsessed with what they would rate us in their minds. We are not movies or restaurants or anything of the sort. We are people whose beauty should not be […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, pageant 7 years, 7 months ago

    Their it was, all the pageantry that was left for us to partake in.
    “They’re announcing prom queen,” someone told me, grabbing me by the elbow.
    As if I cared. I looked around for the guy I came with, wishing […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, staple 7 years, 7 months ago

    There are small things that you can trip on. A wire. A random rope. A hamster, if it’s owner was rather careless. But a staple? I mean, a stapler is understandable, but a staple? That’s ridiculous. And even more […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, pastel 7 years, 7 months ago

    Nobody quite likes the same things i=I do. Everyone goes for the rich, seductive reds, or the regal, confident blue. Some, more daring than others, will veer towards the short, fully sequinned number.
    I however, […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, pattern 7 years, 7 months ago

    There is too much repetition. The truth is, we are all in a rut. Like, as a species. We are in this cycle, this pattern if you will, where all it is is a chase to see who can come up with what first. We want to […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, duration 7 years, 7 months ago

    For the duration of the exam, I was supposed to keep myself quiet and surreptitious, so as not to bother anyone.
    Someone gasped, and I could virtually hear the eureka in their mind. Or was it the sound of a […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, petition 7 years, 7 months ago

    No one believes me. That’s the problem. No one thinks that this, what they love so much, has this darker angrier side to it. No one thinks that it could partake in this evil.
    “Sign the petition,” I plead, but […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, belief 7 years, 7 months ago

    He had no belief in me.
    He sincerely thought that I was going to mess it up. How could he?
    No. I would prove him wrong if it was the last thing I did. It just might be.
    Red wire to blue, blue to light […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, recycle 7 years, 7 months ago

    Three bins. Why is it so hard. I see them all around me, after they’ve done slurping their drinks in their terrible paper cups, they chuck them out in the bin that was meant for everything else. They don’t care […]

  • Kshemani commented on the post, gourmet 7 years, 7 months ago

    The fries were as greasy as they were supposed to be. She was finally in her element, standing over a deep fryer that smelled like fat and a grill that had been charred black over the years. She glanced around at […]