Thug Thizzle

My new story, Love is a drug is out now. Please go check it out.

How do you all feel about my book You, always you? I'm having thoughts about unpublishing it as I'm writing chapter 7. I'm also starting a new book that I feel much better about writing, it'll be out soon.

New chapter for 'You, Always you.' is out now!

Y'all didn't expect me to update this early huh? Don't get too excited, it's a short chapter but chapter 6 will be a long one and it's already in the making.

New chapter posted go check it out!

Merry Christmas! Chapter 2 of 'You, Always you.' is out now, go check it out and give feedback please.

The concept of writing a chapter for hours only for it to be a 14-minute read, like bro, I'm basically doing it for the love of the game which I am. But check out my revised story 'You, Always you.' currently working on chapter 2 and so far, the draft is a 14-minute read but it's not even done yet.

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

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