Harper Kingsley

You start your bullshit early
before the situation is clear,
complaining and blaming,
recriminating everyone.
Your words are hurtful,
cruel and emotionally damaging,
shamefully loud
as you defend yourself from no accusers.
And when the truth comes out
you slink away
rather than apologizing;
making the hurt even worse.
Because you know you were wrong
but you always have to feel right
so you double-down on the passive aggression
to shift your sense of guilt.

Beautiful and delicious
lovely and nutritious
cooked, raw, and for cooking,
solid, liquid, crunchy, oil,
transformative and transforming.
Bright and dark
soft and hard
petals and seeds
every part is edible
except the shells.

Suspended in my heart
broken wheels unspinning
wanting more
receiving less
dreaming small
of nothing.
Wake up in the morning
go to bed at night
struggle hard
sleep soft
terrorize myself
with thoughts.
Make up
get down
do right
get left
every day is a journey
endless and unfulfilling.

Title: Scumbag Billionaire

Author: Harper Kingsley

Story Landing Page: https://kimichee.com/novel-scumbag-billionaire

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He was sunburnt and thirsty. He was worried he was going to die from sun sickness and was waiting for the fever to set in.

In the meanwhile he had to figure out how he was going to boil water. The last thing he needed on top of everything else was a parasitic infection. Even if he wanted nothing more than to shove his face in the mud and slurp up any bit of moisture he could reach.

Using his stick, he levered himself to his feet and ignored the momentary blackness that crossed his vision. He just took a deep breath and held still for a moment, then went to gather wood.

Once he had something to boil water in, he was going to need fire to heat it. Which meant figuring out how to get a fire started.

He had a vague idea of how rubbing sticks together could strike a spark but he had no practical knowledge. When he’d gone camping with friends in the past, they’d had lighters and prepared wood that only needed contact with a single flame to burn for half an hour.

It had been so easy and he’d never thought he’d need to know how to make a fire without a fire starter, but here he was: Naked on a deserted island.

Regrets about shoulda-coulda-wouldas had pretty much become the background music of his life, and he was hearing that old familiar tune playing once again. But how could he know he would end up in a place like this? He’d never even been on a cruise before!

The closest thing he’d come to an “ocean voyage” was occasionally riding on a ferryboat. He’d never been out of sight of the … Read the rest “NOVEL: Scumbag Billionaire 006”

Hello darkness, my old friend,
here I am to gaze again
upon the beauty of thy cheek,
your loving Will dost make us weep.
To see you both so rudely parted,
our hearts were broken,
then restarted, with the fire of our yearning,
for "Season 4!" our hearts are burning.
--Hannibal