Melancholia of The Drunk
Rants & Monologues by Phill Ibsen
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(Fades of Shades)
What I have and what I want are two different things. They exist in a schism, a divide. Some sort of a loop hole where everything is on the balance but on the complete opposites. Upside down, making no sense. It isn’t what I asked for. Rarely prayed, but God listen to my whines. Maybe… Read more
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(The Missed Call/ Ejaculation)
Your boyfriend lost his life on the same day you slept with your lover for the first time. It was the first time you cheated on him. Your boyfriend was the love of your life. When your lover pushed you to the wall and kissed your neck. When he undressed you as you led him… Read more
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(Tell Wairimu)
If anybody sees Wairimu, If anybody meets Wairimu, Please tell her am sorry! Tell Wairimu I loved her, I still do! Tell Wairimu it was all my fault, I wasn’t there to defend her, protect her pride, to fight her battles, I cowered under mother’s lesso, Like a child, yet, I cried when Wairimu left… Read more
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(Strange Encounter)
(Strange Encounters) I often go for evening walks for two reasons. One, it helps to free up my mind. And two, it allows me to come up with a new idea, about something, or just what to write on. So jana jioni, hapo tu along the road, just after kisumu mega city, next to the… Read more
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(Protégé)
Recently I wrote something. I confessed to a crime. You know how social media is nowadays, don’t you? Word spread around, and soon they got to me. They’ve always wanted me, so here come, they took me. I wasn’t afraid of those folks. I hated their guts, they couldn’t wait for me to surrender. They… Read more