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Creative Writing. / Articles posted by Shadrack Serem

Full Moon at Christmas

The landscapes before us turned amber, an energy beckoning The horizon glowed in strokes of Gold, as the full moon rose Our hearts mellowed in the splendor,our minds wondered in its magnificence...

The landscapes before us turne...

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5 O’clock Somewhere

It's July, It's Cold, Time is moving slow, I get paid by the hour, I get old by the second, It's half past 12 pm, I don't care it's 5 O'clock somewhere 🙂 ...

It's July, It's Cold, Time i...

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Crushing

I hope you liked the wines glasses, So here is a bottle of champagne, For what is a glass without wine. I hope you liked the awkward smile, So here is a heart full of affection, For what is a heart without love. I hope you cherish the company of intimate souls, So here is my being and spirit, my life, For it is mine to give to whom I will. Do you not know, I have but thought of you since the last I saw you. ~Shedyk...

I hope you liked the wines gla...

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You?

I want to know you, I want to know everything, The Why and the when, The where and the how....

I want to know you, I want to...

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Once upon a Snack

Once upon a Snack.. Check out "1000 Naked Things to Do with Mint" Don't be afraid to always experiment It don't have to be a seven course I would love thee for breakfast,With or without sauce...

Once upon a Snack.. Check out...

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Black & White

It is not a contrasting white on black or vice versa It is not the achromatic absence of light Neither is it a glaring visual void of hue It is the neutral spectrum that sets a captivating mood The essence of a remarkable spirit very alluring   An absence of color reveals a continuum An appealing visual presentation The calmness is utmost aesthetic The skin tone just right in grayscale The depth in the portrait is infinite   Script & Rhyme By Shedyk ©shedyk ...

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My turn to order.

There she sits. Legs crossed. The heels on her feet fit. A Long jacket accentuates her curves. Matching her short skirt. A fine pair of legs showing. She is texting away. Her facials betraying alot. More than the emoticons she's taping on. She seems unbothered by time. Nor do her surrounding matter. All is well but for her calls going unanswered. Her order gets served. A plate of chips and soda. Its my turn to order. Script n Rhyme by (c) Shedyk 2015...

There she sits. Legs crossed....

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Terminal 1.

Everyone is in a rush School kids all over the place 'Is it monday?' Yelling touts and passengers scurrying off make up the rest of the bustle.   Two, three steps into the hustle, A whiff of Omena tickles my nostrils, 'Mama mboga is late today' I think to myself.   Suddenly interrupted by a strong smell of detergents Lightly coated with a tinge of urine. Cleaning going on at the Ekotoilet.   Further into the jungle of metal shacks on motor and wheels, Amidst calls for 'wanyee kabiria hamsini'. Which suddenly changes to 'mlolongo mlolongo gari ya haraka', and then another jumbled phrase I can not recall.   Ahead a sign board says 'Railways museum' I exit to the left. It promptly goes quiet. ©shedyk ...

Everyone is in a rush Schoo...

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So it goes.

You wake up with the rising sun, Drench your blood in your favorite variant of nicotine or caffeine, You are wired to toil till the sun sets, Fueling at preordained intervals. The moonlight glow marks another chance to rest, To wait for the rising sun, and so it goes. Script n Rhyme by Shedyk....

You wake up with the rising su...

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Transformation behind the razor

A soothing reggae tune oozes from the speakers Its message far more ominous and compelling, Sharper than the reverberating razor in his hands.   He gently cleans it in the best way he knows how Pouring over it a glistening oil followed by surgical spirit Then looks at me in anticipation, an almost ‘are you ready?’ nod.   He drapes my shoulders in a black linen cloth Gently ties a knot behind my back – not too tight, not too loose A ritual that feels new and strange every time.   I’m seated facing the mirror pondering his next move Half filled with excitement, half fearing the shears in his hands Rumor has it, a slight mistake and the damage is precarious.   He gently lowers his blades toward me; I can loudly hear their mechanical...

A soothing reggae tune oozes f...

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You?

I want to know you, Trace the cracks on the wall you face, When the sun tucks away in the west. Know how you scream at the sight of a spider, The sound of your whisper in the midst of a blackout, Hear that gasp escaping, when you touch a slimy slug. To marvel at your high pitch squeal, When a jelly comb gets stuck in your hair. Hear that groan when the morning shower is too cold. Learn what food makes your face light up, The flavors of pinpop that leaves you gigley, Know what tickles you funny bone. What is the color of your favorite shampoo? Candles, cream or red? Table mat, checked or flowered? Who is you favorite author? Holiday, Backpack or duffel bag? Drink, Randy or Modest? When was your last dental check? Hero, Marvel...

I want to know you, Trace the...

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