Poets peel away the pristine poised preposterous propaganda perpetuated by petty people playing precariously placed. Positioned such that the powerful unparalleled new possibility can never be dictated to us now. Dereliction of duty by Dads leave daughters devoid of dignity. Disappointed, denigrated. The duality disturbed through the redistribution of wealth. Not material but metaphysical and metamorphic merge maliciousness and malignancy what was once seen as wealth warped; wrought and wreathed. The wind was widowed. The well was widened and the will well worn. The world was willowed, weakened. Yesterday’s yolk no longer lay yonder yet rather yelped, yelled and yellowing; the youthlessness of the unrelenting sun. Summer sin sauntered separating subdued spirits. Lusts slinked sluttily around sliding into the solicitors sendings. Somnambulists suddenly sentient of their servitude to story. 

Rushing Rain 

Pitter. Patter. Rushing Raindrops, Ruined Red River. The Floods Flowed. Foolishly Fickle We Flounder. Lauded, Looted, Lied To And Left Out. Children Of Clay, Loame, Light And Fire. The Oven Bakes, Bursting Burdens Billow Over Head. Buckets Bring Blue Bullion To Bloated Bellies. Asuring Azure The All Seeing Eye. Alluring Artifices Actually Are The Architexts Of Our Ascension As We Accrue Artifacts Of Adam’s Admittance. Knowledge Unknown Has Now Been Bestowed, Beneath Brilliance Buried Deep Down. Carbon Cured Of Imperfection Or At Least So The Story Goes…

Healing and Howling 

The death throes of doomed dentistry. The tick tock of time turned toxic. The teeth teeming with tufts of tan hide that hid horrible hurts. Hindered by history, hurt and habits. the helpless healing hands held on hoping hysterically he had hovered here. Hell was being sent to a world of pain while patiently pandering to the preposterous position of powerlessness praying people paid heed to the hurting helpless howls. He dreamed about drier days, which now were dots driven to the darkest domains. Crack and crevices, crazy crisis. The coastline called as chronos crept. The cruel current calling clarity and consternation closer. Clueless children cheering for the cessation of the fevered fear fill phantasy. The familiar four forms filled forward. Tantalus tortured. Turn towards the taste and teet his teeth today could not turn. Crying. Creeping. Creaking. Cleared cloud cavorting, carelessly caressed by curling cycles 

14 Men Reveal The Little Things Women Can Do That Instantly Trigger Thoughts Of ‘Wife Material’ — Thought Catalog

Thought.Is1. A lot of little things Listening to me when I speak. Making me feel wanted; not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a way that you actually are enjoying the time we spend together. Smile into our kisses. Rub my back when you hug me. Tell me you are going to miss me.…

via 14 Men Reveal The Little Things Women Can Do That Instantly Trigger Thoughts Of ‘Wife Material’ — Thought Catalog

#TFZ- all caps (Guest blog by Zoë Ngombane)

The Friend Zone

a metaphorical place that two people are in when there is no possibility of romance between them.

Nah, there’s no chance. We’re in the friend zone.

verb – transitive

to inform or show another person that they’re such a good friend that there is no possibility of romance.

She friend zoned me.

I have seen, for years now, a lot of this word on the World Wide Web and it always expresses one thing, a complaint from those in this supposed friend zone. Some are funny and some are actually really sad, much like the friend zone itself. Here’s a blow-by-blow of how I think this thing works in the victims’ minds:


1. The beginning. Welcome to the friend zone.

The person – the evil user, tells you everything, including stories about other people of your sex. Gives you bear hugs ONLY. Goes on and on about how you’re the nicest person in the world and sometimes maybe throws in, just to torture you, that you’d be perfect for a certain friend. Calls you over when in need of a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on, then sends you on your way afterwards because alone time is needed to just sit and think, but thanks for being such a great person. Guess what? Yes, you guessed it. Welcome to the friend zone.

2. It’s a cold dark room. Brace yourself.

Yep. It’s like limbo and you aren’t even dead – although it’s arguable in this situation that you are a poor lost soul. Everything becomes related to it; it’s all you think about. It finds you at the movies, in class, while you’re listening to music… “Next up, we give you Michael Jackson in his suave hit, You Rock My Friend Zone”. That bad.


3. Keep telling yourself its better than nothing.

You have options. There are always options. You could choose to stay in the friend zone, wait it out or concede defeat. Eek. You could tell yourself that having her as a friend is better than nothing. But be warned, the friend zone is not for the faint hearted. In two words, pain and awkwardness. You’re bound to slip up. You’ll be fooled into answering when she says something stupid like “Oh, I wish there were more nice guys like you…” with a “But, I’m a nice guy like me…”. AWKWARD. Does the friend zone have any perks? Yeah, sure, absolutely. If you have no intention of indulging in sexual intercourse with that person. Ever. What do you think this is? You know each other too well now, genius. Weaknesses, sensitivities, seen each other at your worst… there’s no way you can date now, buddy. That’s not how those heartbreakingly heart-warming things we call relationships start. That is how they end. 


4. Girls get friend zoned too


It happens a lot actually. Women have BEEN in the friend zone. It’s more indirect for us, more of a late reaction. We get into the friend zone and realise two years down the line that, ‘Wait I don’t belong here!’. And then we’re doomed because we’re strong enough to carry the burden of friend to lover. Especially given the fact that we can’t explicitly express our eagerness to leave the zone. We’re stuck with coy hints like, “Oh wow, that was nice. We should have dinner out more. Maybe just the two of us next time.” Instead of bold statements like, “Oh wow, this was cool. The two of us should have dinner out more. Or in, it doesn’t matter. Then proceed to make babies, minus the actual babies,” while using your sexy power stare. This is because we know that with the latter you might end up in the pain and awkwardness zone. The former is as forward as it is safe to go. 


5. And the sad part. You can’t just snap your fingers and be rid of the ‘friend zone’.


Buckle up. You might be stuck here for a while. Or be the clever jackal and remove yourself from the situation. People that friend zone other people are somewhat serial sadists, and having a person at their beck and call just feeds their god complex. You can’t drive an hour to go take someone ice-cream, come on. You’ve already been compromised, soldier. Abort. Leave. It maybe just work in your favour. Or not. You might just lose someone that might have really been an awesome friend for years to come to the greed of your carnal cravings. Because people aren’t just things you can put kindness/niceguy coins in and get a shag in return. See? You’re stuck.

6. Or you probably put yourself there so, only you can take you out.


I have one thing to say about this… You know the friend zone exists. You know what gets you in there. If you know what’s good for you and you feel uncomfortable about being platonic friends with the opposite sex, keep your distance.

That said, the friend zone – whether in reality or in your head – can never be defeated. It was there before you were born, it will be there long after you’re dead so happy friend zoning boys and girls.
If you’re trying to get friendly with Zoë here is where you can find her: