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Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons and weeping tears of humanity, that melted even the brighest of snow. A Midnight whisper, between the green grass of France, and the Bohemian farmer. A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass, and all shall be consumed. ‘What?’, said Harry, waking up from a vision, perhaps dream, nonetheless strangely enough to consume his spirits, and drink the rest of his sweeping blood. Harry, a shy fellow, and possesing virtue on being right, depending on what view you thinking of it, but there is no right or wrong for him, only what mankind thinks of it, but a little more wishing, he analyzed his own character and developed himself the word of good, for is own, denying god’s view, and secretely refusing imposed laws. Imposing himself his laws. ‘What was that dream?’, he said, agnostic to anything but the Dream. His bed was upon a wooden base, next to a window, that closed his eyes with the dark mist of a new cycle of work. The room was simple, but calm, beneath a table, there was a computer, a state of the art computer of the almost 21th century, it was the year 2000, and he had a bottle of wine next to the computer, ‘I shouldn’t drink before going to bed, messes up with my sleep, and gives me strange dreams’, all he could say of the dream was “A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass” – this echoed through his brain, and, with an almost profetic saying, made him believed that today was going to be abnormal, although normal to him, as always.
With a weary mind, he switched on the computer and logged on to Facebook, that was plastered with photographs of his so called friends and their dream life along with countless advertisements capitalising on the insecurities of men like him. These advertisements ranged from inability and low confidence of men who cannot pick up girls at the bar or women who want to have the best looking Victoria's secret model figure keeping their fads and cravings for fast food intact. The reality was twisted and fabricated in the best way possible. This high life to people now was like water to a fish who felt the glass bowl was an ocean.
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons and weeping tears of humanity, that melted even the brighest of snow. A Midnight whisper, between the green grass of France, and the Bohemian farmer. A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass, and all shall be consumed. ‘What?’, said Harry, waking up from a vision, perhaps dream, nonetheless strangely enough to consume his spirits, and drink the rest of his sweeping blood. Harry, a shy fellow, and possesing virtue on being right, depending on what view you thinking of it, but there is no right or wrong for him, only what mankind thinks of it, but a little more wishing, he analyzed his own character and developed himself the word of good, for is own, denying god’s view, and secretely refusing imposed laws. Imposing himself his laws. ‘What was that dream?’, he said, agnostic to anything but the Dream. His bed was upon a wooden base, next to a window, that closed his eyes with the dark mist of a new cycle of work. The room was simple, but calm, beneath a table, there was a computer, a state of the art computer of the almost 21th century, it was the year 2000, and he had a bottle of wine next to the computer, ‘I shouldn’t drink before going to bed, messes up with my sleep, and gives me strange dreams’, all he could say of the dream was “A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass” – this echoed through his brain, and, with an almost profetic saying, made him believed that today was going to be abnormal, although normal to him, as always.
With a weary mind, he switched on the computer and logged on to Facebook, that was plastered with photographs of his so called friends and their dream life along with countless advertisements capitalising on the insecurities of men like him. These advertisements ranged from inability and low confidence of men who cannot pick up girls at the bar or women who want to have the best looking Victoria's secret model figure keeping their fads and cravings for fast food intact. The reality was twisted and fabricated in the best way possible. This high life to people now was like water to a fish who felt the glass bowl was an ocean.
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Harry, a story
FIRST CHAPTER: https://t.me/WritersClub/337456
SECOND CHAPTER
By browsing through a few pages, where he had written some comments, unrealistic it may seem, and unrealistic it was, no matter of who it was, no friends of his, through what other's call friendship, a major misconception underneath our own noses. Realizing it was already 6:30 AM, he suddenly thought about the meeting at 7, as such he jumped to his feet from his cozy bed and quickly ran to the shower. Everything was more or less voice activated, an intelligence house one may presume, the best a middle-upper class salaryman could buy, and the best trojan Uncle Sam could give.
With one feet in the shoe and the other struggling to get the socks on, he rode the elevator down to his car, jumped in and drove top speed only to realise that the freeway was completely jammed up with the traffic. With nothing much to do aside from cursing himself and the tragedy under his breath, he turned on the in-car entertainment screen to watch local TV news, his eyes loomed over the headline that a middle aged investment banker had jumped to his death in front of a semi trailer with his body mangled and disfigured. To sensationalize this tragedy, the news reader inserted a comment that translated to the fact that his soul was crushed long before his body owing to the huge credit card debt that had amassed over the years. He shrugged his shoulders because such words writhed his soul and made him ask the question he always had but never knew who to ask.
Was this the life we wanted to live in the promising future? What’s the promissing future after all?
When he was still on the freeway at 7 am, he was no longer under duress of reaching his office for the meeting. He just kept driving straight on the freeway till he reached the left turn that took him to the Skyrise where his office was. He worked for a huge name but never outgrew his cubicle in the last 4 years of overworking his mind, body and spirit, never had any ambitions, and for that his death would seem just another dead salaryman, through with Life’s choices, and his own choosing. After getting a good deal of bashing from his boss who wanted him to be present for the meeting with his facts and figures, that were important to show the client that their money was not only safe with Cipher Finance, but would potentially climb the grapevine all the way to a 56 percent growth even in this market. The roulette minded west was pretty pissed by the sheer audacity and cunning of the east where they had spent three decade to milk their money only to find out that the slave was ready to be a master. Economic warfare was no longer a bookish term to be found buried deep in a book on foreign policies to safeguard national interest but rather it was an umbrella term now to denote all the arm-twisting techniques that the motherland countries were playing with the new found fatherlands. In short, the entire economic situation was a chaotic with only the superrich and super powerful government getting the better of it while the people on whose backs, their empires stood were now pushed down or under the huge debts their credit cards brought on with bare minimum credit ratings that were needed just to lease a new apartment. It was horrible but liveable, nevertheless, yes, nevertheless, the people were mad about it.
Harry, a story
FIRST CHAPTER: https://t.me/WritersClub/337456
SECOND CHAPTER
By browsing through a few pages, where he had written some comments, unrealistic it may seem, and unrealistic it was, no matter of who it was, no friends of his, through what other's call friendship, a major misconception underneath our own noses. Realizing it was already 6:30 AM, he suddenly thought about the meeting at 7, as such he jumped to his feet from his cozy bed and quickly ran to the shower. Everything was more or less voice activated, an intelligence house one may presume, the best a middle-upper class salaryman could buy, and the best trojan Uncle Sam could give.
With one feet in the shoe and the other struggling to get the socks on, he rode the elevator down to his car, jumped in and drove top speed only to realise that the freeway was completely jammed up with the traffic. With nothing much to do aside from cursing himself and the tragedy under his breath, he turned on the in-car entertainment screen to watch local TV news, his eyes loomed over the headline that a middle aged investment banker had jumped to his death in front of a semi trailer with his body mangled and disfigured. To sensationalize this tragedy, the news reader inserted a comment that translated to the fact that his soul was crushed long before his body owing to the huge credit card debt that had amassed over the years. He shrugged his shoulders because such words writhed his soul and made him ask the question he always had but never knew who to ask.
Was this the life we wanted to live in the promising future? What’s the promissing future after all?
When he was still on the freeway at 7 am, he was no longer under duress of reaching his office for the meeting. He just kept driving straight on the freeway till he reached the left turn that took him to the Skyrise where his office was. He worked for a huge name but never outgrew his cubicle in the last 4 years of overworking his mind, body and spirit, never had any ambitions, and for that his death would seem just another dead salaryman, through with Life’s choices, and his own choosing. After getting a good deal of bashing from his boss who wanted him to be present for the meeting with his facts and figures, that were important to show the client that their money was not only safe with Cipher Finance, but would potentially climb the grapevine all the way to a 56 percent growth even in this market. The roulette minded west was pretty pissed by the sheer audacity and cunning of the east where they had spent three decade to milk their money only to find out that the slave was ready to be a master. Economic warfare was no longer a bookish term to be found buried deep in a book on foreign policies to safeguard national interest but rather it was an umbrella term now to denote all the arm-twisting techniques that the motherland countries were playing with the new found fatherlands. In short, the entire economic situation was a chaotic with only the superrich and super powerful government getting the better of it while the people on whose backs, their empires stood were now pushed down or under the huge debts their credit cards brought on with bare minimum credit ratings that were needed just to lease a new apartment. It was horrible but liveable, nevertheless, yes, nevertheless, the people were mad about it.
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Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons…
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons…
#review please
When people are doing good, when their problems are not staring in their faces, when they don't want you.. They dont want you. Period.
The people who really appreciate your presence in their life would like to remind you time and again how beautiful their life is because you are a part of it.It is a harsh reality that friends become strangers, lovers become exes just because the mutual need for being together no longer exists or in some cases wasn't there from the start and it was nothing but a farce.
And then people say the 3 dreadful words "You have changed". Of course they are right. You have changed because you now know that you never mattered or matter anymore to them as you felt you did. All the beautiful words that once came out of their mouth and made your heart feel absolute mirth now pierce your eardrums like a child throwing tantrums because he's been denied of his favourite toy.
We sometimes choose to walk with them some distance of their journey because we know how it feels like to be alone.Instead, we need to learn how to walk alone as we grow up and grow old and better yet, help someone younger to us in learning to walk alone.It's a different feeling of walking alone but together with someone because when they climb out of the same well of darkness you had been in, they thank you with their eyes and their smile.That beats all the so called love and care in the world.
Doesn't it?
#The_Lost_Poet
When people are doing good, when their problems are not staring in their faces, when they don't want you.. They dont want you. Period.
The people who really appreciate your presence in their life would like to remind you time and again how beautiful their life is because you are a part of it.It is a harsh reality that friends become strangers, lovers become exes just because the mutual need for being together no longer exists or in some cases wasn't there from the start and it was nothing but a farce.
And then people say the 3 dreadful words "You have changed". Of course they are right. You have changed because you now know that you never mattered or matter anymore to them as you felt you did. All the beautiful words that once came out of their mouth and made your heart feel absolute mirth now pierce your eardrums like a child throwing tantrums because he's been denied of his favourite toy.
We sometimes choose to walk with them some distance of their journey because we know how it feels like to be alone.Instead, we need to learn how to walk alone as we grow up and grow old and better yet, help someone younger to us in learning to walk alone.It's a different feeling of walking alone but together with someone because when they climb out of the same well of darkness you had been in, they thank you with their eyes and their smile.That beats all the so called love and care in the world.
Doesn't it?
#The_Lost_Poet
In death,
we all come shoulder to shoulder
Cuz death
Treats us equal, young or older
No matter
were you a thief or an honest grunt
You meet your maker buried or burnt
In death
There's that everlasting quiet we crave
Cuz death
Embraces even those who can't be saved
No matter
You look the other way or shove the knife
You will be judged for your love or your pride
In death,
Fear for your life disappears with a sigh
Cuz death
Frees us of all the miseries we caught looking for fireflies
No matter
You face is on a billboard or you're wanted dead or alive
You leave this place you love or hate with nothing but a blithe smile
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
we all come shoulder to shoulder
Cuz death
Treats us equal, young or older
No matter
were you a thief or an honest grunt
You meet your maker buried or burnt
In death
There's that everlasting quiet we crave
Cuz death
Embraces even those who can't be saved
No matter
You look the other way or shove the knife
You will be judged for your love or your pride
In death,
Fear for your life disappears with a sigh
Cuz death
Frees us of all the miseries we caught looking for fireflies
No matter
You face is on a billboard or you're wanted dead or alive
You leave this place you love or hate with nothing but a blithe smile
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
If you touch water, it wets you
If you touch love, it burns you
If you touch friendship, it gets you
If you touch lust, it turns you
#review
#The_Lost_Poet
If you touch love, it burns you
If you touch friendship, it gets you
If you touch lust, it turns you
#review
#The_Lost_Poet
#review #rant
You see how we think we chase that person in our life who we think is special, how we are always looking for ways so that they can look back at us in the same way we look at them, they feel for us same way we feel for them... And they don't. After which we feel we are a fool for chasing them and we think they enjoy or show apathy towards our situation...
Guess what.. Everyone's fool for someone. They are not looking at us the way we look at them because they are looking at someone else the way we look at them and perhaps that someone is hoping to catch someone else's attention... And the chain goes on.
I would be too crass to say that everyone's someone's bitch.
#The_Lost_Poet
You see how we think we chase that person in our life who we think is special, how we are always looking for ways so that they can look back at us in the same way we look at them, they feel for us same way we feel for them... And they don't. After which we feel we are a fool for chasing them and we think they enjoy or show apathy towards our situation...
Guess what.. Everyone's fool for someone. They are not looking at us the way we look at them because they are looking at someone else the way we look at them and perhaps that someone is hoping to catch someone else's attention... And the chain goes on.
I would be too crass to say that everyone's someone's bitch.
#The_Lost_Poet