tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48590017249211790792012-02-11T12:14:10.364-08:00Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-65076565172151174282010-01-23T16:21:00.000-08:002010-01-23T16:42:36.601-08:00

So I promised I would be back, but I don't know why my thoughts don't want to share.I tried over and over for the past seven days to communicate on my soul affair....to no avail, the passion I swore to comsume with parsimony has blown over me and entangled my fingers.Inspiration is still intact, but I've got word alignment Alzheimer.Let's hope it will last only for a moment.

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-61071323567540103132010-01-18T02:59:00.000-08:002010-01-18T03:24:24.994-08:00

When the new year rang in, I wanted to be surrounded by family, and that is how I celebrated. I have since then let the year set in slowly. I didn't take any firm resolutions as the changes needed were obvious. 2009 ended longing for a new beginning.Less impulse and more focus and organisation, less coveting but more satisfaction with the present day. Less words but more action.I have not been

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-27553814001727397262009-12-10T00:11:00.000-08:002009-12-10T12:13:06.393-08:00

My life in this part of the world isn't what most of you dream of. I don't know running water or the convenience of a personal refrigerator . Of these, we only hear . Everyday at dawn begins my walk for school. Mr Bishikwa always says: Knowledge is the beginning of freedom, and the foundation bricks to a brighter future. I am very fortunate, mr Bishikwa is one of the last to resist the death wish

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My heart happened to take a stroll, looking for another project of love to sow. The promenade seemed harmless and innocent, until the leech began to show. Effortlessly and silently, it clung upon my heart and sucked me dry of my emotions. Dazed and confused, amazed and disgusted, I watched helplessly as it fed and violated my feelings , unable to touch it and remove it from my now wounded soul.

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-64228661229221823382009-12-07T03:15:00.000-08:002009-12-07T04:22:24.925-08:00

i,with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. -Anais NinI had put on makeup, maybe too much makeup. The only way for me to cover my insecurities. I loved the way I felt pushed to get better as a person, as a

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-58310833704309942072009-12-04T00:52:00.000-08:002009-12-04T04:28:02.067-08:00

Can heaven be on earth?I see it there, by the banks of Kongo River, somewhere on entering the district of Maluku when you come from Kinshasa. Sitting on the terrace of my stately Eco-friendly wooden mansion, my eyes glazing on the valleys standing on the other side of Pool Malebo.My sons and daughters laugh and play and jump in the swimming pool. My mother, busy with broiling the Threadfin

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-36523373234306670972009-11-27T02:47:00.000-08:002012-02-11T11:58:55.802-08:00

Like a comet, you cross my sky. A cyclic enthusiasm overwhelms me and for that period, I take on the habits of bulimia. I thought I had healed from you. That I could, or would no longer covet your attention and care. I felt secure in the choices I have made and felt there was nothing more I could wish for. My life is happiness and love and trust and loyalty. With modesty, I know "I have it all".

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-69216647877816770772009-11-24T08:39:00.000-08:002009-11-29T04:19:45.336-08:00

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The feeling's the same....I knowMy heart's about to explodemy forbidden love is undonethe fantasy's been long goneI'm going through a phaseI think of life with you, with him The way... I chose to go..... my life without youThe dream I had of you and meImagining ecstasyFor long I thought you'd be the oneWell now I'm with who it's meant to beI'm going through a phaseYou'll be no longer inside of

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-85538232494344324632009-11-20T05:14:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:35:08.911-08:00

Dear little brother,I had meant to write promptly when I received your letter. I was delighted to hear from you, and heartbroken when I felt your dismay.The sad news you give me.... loss of a friend is never easy,especially when the "divorce" is pronounced so brutally. We always expect to evolve, to grow with the beloved friend, that sister or brother we actually got to choose....I can only

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-55436914721704035402009-11-12T04:51:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:37:59.873-08:00

I will take time to take time. Time to crown my head with the halo of the intellectual. Time to master my craft and speak without a doubt. It is the time. Time to commit my hips to the sensual rhythms ringing in the warm nights of Cuba. Hanging on to him. His strong dark chocolate colored shoulders, while he leads me into an uncontrollable trance.Time to hear the cascade of diamonds echoing in my

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-32915554400948061482009-11-11T07:48:00.001-08:002009-11-29T04:15:29.532-08:00

It definitely was a mistake. I deviated from the path that seemed charted out for me. That of a mature , standing and balanced woman all tied up in a guardrail of principles. Drawn by the mirage of a sumptuous feast held by the edge of the cliff, I took off my dress of Virtue and wore that of Jezebel.The affair was promising. He offered me some Cabernet-Syrah. A bouquet of red fruits and spicy

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-2182100327883632102009-11-10T02:20:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:48:18.669-08:00

We share a special connection. Our relationship is well defined. We don't have to say much, we understand that what brought us together wasn't the flesh. Not even love according to fairy tales, even though it does feel like a fairytale sometimes.People often wonder, often ask me. How it happened? How do you know for sure? All I know is my soul claimed him. My soul stripped the rest of my

Billie K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14527993443215364231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859001724921179079.post-76611542551165779042009-11-10T00:05:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:46:42.544-08:00

I never really read the classics. For instance all I know from Shakespeare, is what urban and street culture has taught me. I never felt the urge to know. To learn from the source. I believed way too long that you are born into the passion you want to portray. Wishful thinking....I have always wanted to write.(Among many other things). Write from what I know. My knowledge certainly is not of the

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