Tag Archives: Writings

Red-Windowsills

It was nothing serious, really…
Just some drunk kisses on the rave-up.
It was fully absurdly and freely
Two different hues of lipsticks on one cup.

We were peers… OK. I was a bit older.
The same musical tastes and life views.
We both were like a password-protected folder…
OK. She was always losing her clues.

When I entered to the kitchen she was painting a windowsill.
(I’m sure that right here I fucked up with articles and tenses.)
Yes, she was painting with a scarlet nail polish. A tiny quill.
Hellish stink. Hellish color. I swear, it was hell in all senses!

I went… and returned with a bottle of paint remover.
I just thought that red doesn’t fit. I would prefer black.
And she said, “Wow… booze. Cheers, my Rover…”
And she took a sip. Only one huge sip. Only a sip… and without a snack.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Oops!… We Did It Again (a Cell)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

GUEST POST // When Time Stopped For You by Kasey Stafford aka BasicAudio

The younger days grew older,
With the hourglass dropping bits of time,
I sit, staring at shared memories left unto me.
These nights grow colder.
I’m throwing wishes toward the heavens,
For you to walk this earth again.
To see my friend, I wish
I knew why you left.
Still I was left to wonder.
Left to stare at the remnants of a shattered life.
Lost to it’s meaning, suffered in it’s feelings.
The news broke me in two.
How your skies faded from blue to black, I’ll never understand.
How could you give up?
You left me in the dark,
Before you blew out your last candle.
Tears falling like the stars,
Where your light now resides.
Flickering echoes of a soul lost in the universe,
Forever reaching for Gods hand,
While mine are shaking, gathering up sand.
Piecing together the hourglass,
Holding it together with memories,
So it can never be broken again.
Rest peacefully with the stars.

by KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
© All rights reserved 2014

Underestimate

You maimed me. You thought
That now I go down in price,
That I am just naught…
You are a moron! Surprise!
Ugliness costs more… much more!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Lost In Translation by Tokoni O. Uti

The resulting fruit is unable to mirror the tree.
I’m unable to crack the code that is me.
The square pegs are lined up in defiant rows.
And the lone vine will unorthodoxly grow.
We’re fighting the tides of unkind situation.
And feeling the pain of lost in translation.

by TOKONI O. UTI
© All rights reserved 2014