#literatureismyutopia
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“Books are not something that you read words in. They are a tool to adjust your senses” - Makishima Shougo
One of my students aged 10 wrote this lovely story and used his creativity. Not only that but he has his own YouTube channel. Make sure you subscribe!!
Floor 998
The world unwinds inside of me.
Moon rising and chanting,
owls whispering in the hour of euphoria.
Eagles crowching and hunting,
Black doves drinking their own tears.
I hear the heartbeat of the beginning
beating a senseless,
motionless drum
to the sound and sight
of singing angels.
The world unwinds inside of me.
Ru stretches my hand
and extracts my boundless soul
in the name of serenity.
I’ve become a menonite in my own
euphoric utopia
while the mockingbirds sing their little love song.
Please pray for me
As I stand above 998
In the name of Ru begging me to enter
The shadow realm.
My soul, your soul,
who are we to console
as I’m about to take the final fall.
When I open my eyes
on the silent side,
would you be so kind
to not cry for my name
even though I might be a little untamed in my little frame.
I take my final steps into my own euphoria
leaving a utopia clustered
in a dyslexic dystopia.
My living breath has been dismembered
into the plateaued faceless scream
of the beast-less so called fearless creed.
My mind became a dynamite like a
harping mennonite
when it said 4.48 was the time to
harp on floor 998.
Say goodbye – I’ve finally sealed my fate.
Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada © 2019
The Mind of Terror
“The hunt has won
The morn is dark
and black.
Let those black eyed children consume me in my sleep.”
- Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada, Nocturne
Book on Goodreads: A South Afri(K)an Psycho http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40853875-a-south-afri-k-an-psycho
Book Therapy
“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”- Toni Morrison
A South Afri(K)an Psycho
“I killed the boy because I was afraid that the man was going to be born. The quickest way to kill someone: the Michael Meyers way, the Thomas Hewitt way. I had to delete him. The box cutter. I calmly stabbed him in the larynx and sang a lullaby in his ear as I held his head on my chest. The muscles around his larynx were collapsing as my fingertips were held against the bloodied skin on his neck. There’s a lot of calamity as I describe this very moment. I am in control and as I recall the moment in such detail the words are not difficult to put on paper.
The most fascinating thing that I can recall are those muscles collapsing. I was as calm as a bumblebee. The creatures in my mind were still playing on their merry-go-round. I’m beginning to think there is a see-saw somewhere. Some fucking where…
The snake and leopard don’t mate in the hours of the full moon and in winter. But all the same, they hunt for their prey.” - A South Afri(K)an Psycho ♥️
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Writing as a Utopia
“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.” - Beatrix Potter
A South Afri(K)an Psycho
The post-apocalyptic mind decays and the dead crows sing.
“I remember slitting her tender wrist nicely…blood playing a little game of drip drop while those happy tears drank themselves to sleep. I remember watching over my little shadow self - dull looking, sad looking, bony and petite looking little migraine chanting in her own little sea of shadows. Despair, Despair, Despair. Happy despair.”
Available on Amazon and Kindle!
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“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.” - Tahereh Mafi,
Literature is my Utopia
“Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.” - Sarah Kane
Book Therapy
“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” - Annie Dillard
#Kindle edition. Our minds are powerful yet fragile at the same time. Our own words decay as the post-apocalyptic mind reaches a new plateau on its own with its dark twisted entities. We live in the shadow realm of our own thoughts that morph into dark wings that flap into the sphere of the death gods that enter and voraciously penetrate our mind. Sometimes, even in the midst of our loathsome and sometimes boring utopia we cling on to a madness that morphs into chains - chains that mindlessly bind themselves into dark, fragile, infutile, seamless thoughts until we are consumed by the shadow realm itself while peacefully singing like a deranged mockingbird.
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