Random Thoughts

Snap...snap...snap, The sound of heads being bitten off, Like a pilot lost control of her plane, She spirals out of control, Like a captain lost control of her crew, She gets desperate, Rational thoughts...a distant memory, Hare-brained schemes become the order of the day, Seeking to re-establish her authority, To regain her role as Alpha, All who challenge her must fall, There is no other option. Bang...bang...bang, Shots are fired, Critters run for shelter, One down, two wounded, She looks resolutely upon the carnage, A pinprick of guilt feathers her neck, But even that is pushed aside, This is a war for supremacy, Survival of the fittest, And she will come out victorious.

9ams, Daily tortures, The need to get to class before you're late, The jostling, the pushing, the shoving, Humans turn to wild packs with the appearance of a bus, Chivalry tossed aside, All pretence of politeness forgotten as the struggle ensues, The prey has arrived and the pack must feed, Apologies rendered only after the craze is over, A madness contained, But only for so long, Till the next feeding begins.

It's wednesday night, and while the freshers head to a club to drink themselves silly, I sit in my room reading Forbidden. I really should be reading 'Discipline and Punish', by Foucault, but I abandoned his gruesome description of executions for the gruesome description of murders and rape instead. The writer kept my interest by putting a sociological spin on the book. Not only does he bring the story to life, but I was left physically repulsed by some of the cases in there. I have about 500 pages to go, and I felt the need to take a much needed break. My brain just couldn't handle the information being processed anymore. The main character in the book...the perpetrator of the crimes, let's just say if he were real, I'd take my chances with the evils of the forest rather than remain in a room with him. The detached manner in which he carries on is so scary, yet remarkable. How the writer managed to make a character so aloof, yet violent, makes me wonder ab

In the still of the night, while the humans slept and the owls ran amok, I stayed up to read a book. With mounting suspense, I swam through page after page, hoping that within its depth I would glean the answer to Neesha's mystery. With astonishing skill, Sharon Dogar wove a web so tight, I abandoned sleep on the night I needed it the most. My mum advised me to go to sleep at 7pm, so I could get up at 4am to prepare for the journey to Nottingham.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of picking up the book instead of going to bed. So strong was Neesha's hold on me, that I trudged on till 1:50 am. Never have I been so enthralled by a book. I have about 2 hours before I need to get set to travel.  However, I tell you this my friend, it was well worth the sacrifice.     

"How do I tell her? I can't tell her. I can't let her know. It's too late now. Too late...". These thoughts ran through my head as I sat at my study desk, setting menial tasks for my Disney city girl to do. I tried to block out their voices as they discussed perverted uncles who tried stupid stuff with their nieces.  I say I tried because it wasn't working. My brain kept screaming at me that I owed my mum that information, if not for my sake then for my little sister's sake. "We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened in the past do we now, Rose?", my brain asked me. "Shut up brain". But my brain wouldn't hush, wishing to impress my duty upon me. I logged unto Spotify, seeking to drown myself in the empty sounds of Dubstep, but my brain wasn't having any of that as it sucked me into a memory I would much rather forget.  The clouds ran grey that day, casting a dull pallor on everything under it, even the flowers seeme