STORY POEM

PORTRAIT: ONE

Linda Bextre did not like the idea of dating someone onsite. She has a big grey mole in between her legs. Someone told her to remove that one. She did not like the idea either. How people show their private parts to strangers so easy? The guy is a contractor. The owner of the house hired their renovation team. 

Linda looks into the mirror to revise her outlook. She worn a short-sleeved blouse with a skirt. She doesn’t like the colours they provide. The company left the touch of winter with a mini leather jacket. She did not like the idea either. 

Next year Linda will have her own real estate company. She doesn’t like to work for others. She started growing feelings for one of the agents. May be that is the reason. Loan appears to be convenient to use her own license for own purpose. The agent asked her if he could join. She did not like the idea. He also asked if he could move into her home with her. She did not like the idea either.

PLOT: ONE

Who said women must not be objectified. That theory doesn’t work in this cocktail bar. Tequila shots will loos their value if they were not poured into belly buttons of naked women and suck them straight. 

Today only one woman at her thirties stripping in the bar making perfect use of empty spaces on top of the counter table. Drinks are running on the counter table avoiding her hills to calm down the noise and shouts of people crawling in this place. 

It was already discovered how fleshy impression of woman covered with delicate skin could make people’s day which was bad or good but near to end. 

ENDING: One

He thought, these are meant to be like this. We don’t choose a lot of thing in our lives. Never could be. He always had logics behind his misdeeds. They are getting sharper.

He never thought it will turn out this way. He had a lot of thing left in his life to gather. At least he wanted to. Sometimes ends are so transparent that you can see it’s coming.  

His hands were locked behind in an ordinary way. As the way he was walking to the car waiting with lights. People are so close with their faces that he was feeling. Once the door will be locked, that won’t open for a long time. Not this time he believes. Maybe not ever.

Portrait Two: MR. PHILLIP 

Mr. PHILLIP was carefully controlling the movements of his two bags laying in his two sides. They are not at their highest quality like the suit he was wearing. His hairs turned grey a decade ago but still his face lifts motions through prescription glasses. Train will stop at his destination now.

Mr PHIL read in a book that people suffered for their collective deeds in collective way in pandemic in the history. Tried his best to believe; even though cursed couple of times for nonsense of imperial world. World doesn’t have nothing new to present to people after all theses years. Same as the news came from hospital that his wife passed away suffering serious infection of pandemic. 

Mr PHIL didn’t leave anything behind when he packed to migrate to Sydney. Life might call up all its verdicts to make him aware that he is not actually alone. The weight of past in two carrying bags remains him calm on the runway of platform. Trains come and go with announcements in his head. Where to start now.

PLOT TWO: Hail storm

Force of wind blinded the eyes of Melany, couldn’t hold the rabbit in her backyard in hail storm. Left the back door slightly open at the end. Erick will wake up now. She left the cooler high. Fumbled for a second before catching the pizza in the rake of fridge then put it in the oven. Hopefully Erick will be hungry when wake up. Her sleeping gown was reaching her one solder at the best. Took shower seeing rain was coming. 

What’s in the oven, smells like rotten rat. Erick declared his presence in the lounge. Melany feels the appearance in the back of her solder for a second. Hasn’t worn anything underneath after shower. Feet are slightly wet walking in the hail storm. Erik will hold her definitely, will make her feel the smoothness of his chick everywhere in her body. Yes, It was caught in the trap today. baking it for you. Melany replied. Tries to move out from the kitchen before getting trapped into Erik’s hands. Why you are wet ? Melany feels sharp teeth in her ear. Erik’s hand were making ways through the sleeping gown. I’m hungry. Will eat the rat now when it’ll be baked. 

Ending two : (Way beyond minimum standard of civility.)   

Mr porter lost his carrier for a coherent mumble of chronic mental women who literally cost a huge amount of penalty to the media. Well, there are more court decisions are coming. If labour cannot hold the momentum of their present source of gravity, they are making their way to become a party like National with 25 seats probably. If they lose people's trust like before, this time might remain irrecoverable. When labour and women are taking same face that they are unable to get their right with their highest merit in the existing system, changing system becomes their only issue. Yes, verbal accusation, allegation they are basically food of media when they are hungry, should not pillar any establishment in people’s minds. This will misguide people to involve with things will go out of their hands under administration. Assuming some parts of administration may support labour not leaving their job responsibilities. Woman alleged sexual assault in office suit attached to parliament building for convenience of workspace. Sometimes claiming law is equal sometimes dragging it into the side pocket. Sacked the accused straightaway wanna sack senator was sleeping at home denied allegation losing merit and weight all the way. Started bullying other parliamentarians where to file the case, who is the defendant ? Definitely the prime minister who was also sleeping with family at home. Now, the media become hungry at their horney moments in the description of office suit video behind parliament. Perfect story to stage in public where to go. Tickets are available to voting booths who will win. Still there is no case prime mister to file against him. Opposition is the plaintiff on behalf of the crown with immediate judgment from the king in the United States. Let it hang on the stage closing bars for the criminals out large in the society. Media is the highest authority to safeguard legal aid for the prime minister. Clif Hanger swinging up to the election before Roap becomes rusty. Broken legal system only can exist in broken structures of allegation acquisitions pi ling to the office suit. Wanna leave some rust in the system in open air begging for voters' ballots only.

PORTRAIT THREE : ALL ABOUT ENVIRONMENT  

This is all about environment. Melanie writes the first line. Melanie digs into the autocracy of human nature flickering in the behaviours of people those are meant to be characters somehow.  

How do you feel when you run out of lands, cements, rods, chemicals and those to build homes for people. Just a simple thought hits the highest note of melody to prove how vulnerable humans are sometimes.  

Melanie Knows, stories are charged by their own momentum will fall for the nature of the writers. Nature by means of all the power they can hold in the simple practice of language. The character Melanie wanna portray was a very important person in the face of the society she lives in. Interesting straight away.  Shane knew he will pick up the claps of the crowd at their loudest as soon as he will finish his lecture. Melanie writes the second line.