prompt: “by the light of the moon” 

by the light of the moon
who is to say you are not as bright as it?
who is to know you as you; moored
by the echoes of his or her or their
by the light of the moon
you come and go.
but who is to bear your



The Gangster.


“I used to recognise my self, funny how reflections change..”

The radio plays what my mind’s too numb to think about any longer. Guilty steps on concrete floor, the air coarse with remorse. I’m chasing after myself.

“It doesn’t matter any longer”, I think, as I turn into the abandoned back alleyway just like you always had. You said you liked the rawness of the place, how it didn’t try to look pretty like the rest of the world. Never caring for your pseudo wisdom, I’d roll my eyes in return.

“I can’t go on any longer.”

There’s too much of the past, of you, here. 

Besides the constant ringing in my ears, I hear nothing else. Not even that wretched radio. Almost as if the world has been put on mute while I drown in your distant, lost voice.

“Fate is cruel, fate is cruel, fate is cruel…”, I hear myself muttering. They say if you say a word long enough, it loses its meaning. Well you know what?

They lie.
No matter how long I spend, determined to put myself in pain, nothing can match what you did.

Nothing can match the lights on your face as the sirens wailed and the wind blew, before you were swept away from us. For us.

For me. 

I sit with the wall behind my back. A wall with numerous posters, stuck not-so-neatly. I’m sure the people to have stuck them must’ve been in a hurry. I’m sure because I know. I’m sure because I was one of those people. I’m sure because the day we stuck them, you were the happiest I had ever seen you be. I remember you gushing praise over the bold text reading The Gang of the People, on top the red background, above the sub heading:

To Kill The Monsters Is to Help The Helpless

I don’t know why you were so sure of calling yourself The Gangster. Probably had something to do with the hours we spent watching The Godfather on my shabby, 18-inch tv. You were the kind to jump off cliffs if you had to and still be able to convince people to jump along. Nothing mattered; nothing but monsters and the helpless, nothing but being more than human, nothing but telling me that if the world split in half and you had to swim to the other side for me, you would.

The abyss was your playground and I watched you run away.

Pulling my hoodie on, I wipe the tears of my face just as it begins to rain, as if the sky sheds tears in harmony. Under the shadow of the posters and our broken dreams, I pull out a piece of rolled up, newspaper clipping from my front pocket.

It is all I have left of you.

Dated August 22nd, 2015. Exactly a month ago.
Your face with those determined eyes and a hopeful, farewell smile.

There is but one highlighted sentence. I try not to read it.

And yet, just like every day, I still do:


“Fate is cruel but we can be better”
-Amanda Cray.
(RIP 1993-2015)



Had to write the first chapter for a supposed book called The GangsterEnglish homework can be fun.

The Intelligent Discovery of Meanings, of Sorts.


So the other day, during a random net-surfing session, I ended up finding something useful and fun. It was basically a prompt that went like this:

The dictionary atop your shelf has more than 200,00 words defined. Why don’t you blow off some of the dust in it’s cover and randomly pick out 10 words? Don’t look at the meanings; just concentrate on the words. Write down your words on a blank sheet of paper. Now you’re going to have fun creating meanings for those words. What do the words make you think of? What do you think they should mean?

And that’s how this post came into existence.

First of, I did genuinely had to go to my shelf and pull out one of this clever thing:


who knew? It was actually dusty.


Anyways, I decided to have a guest on board to join me in, in trying to create meanings. Perhaps for some extra fun and to liven this place a bit!

Hence on the 28th of July, 2014, Sister of mine debuts on ToW!


^every human on planet Earth

So without further ado, here’s how it ended up:


1st word: NOSH



Yeah okay, maybe I was wrong…



2nd word: ETCH


I’ll play fair and accept that Sister was quite close and I was far, pretty far.


3rd word: TANDEM


hmm maybe I suck at this?


4th word: ACUMEN


HA! See how wrong Sister was? 🙂


5th word: CZARINA


“salad dressing” like REALLY?!





Life Question: can you actually be obsessed with clips?




7th word: ZENITH


*Praise the Lord* LOOK! How sensibly, almost right I was?!


8th word: RAGGAE


“Afro” is my metaphor for Raggae. 50 points for creativity? Surely.


9th word: LACONIC


Nothing to see here folks; just another rightly defined word by sister.


10th word: GALOSH


Headlines: Medal for “Yep-I-Suck-At-This-Game” awarded to Toto. The other Participant was found to be a little less humiliating.


Alright that was all of the fun! I hope you liked us trying out this nifty prompt because I sure enjoyed it. I know this was was a little different than the usual text-heavy posts.  Just tried to make this more eye appealing. I’d appreciate your comments and any sort of feedback (maybe even a Hi?).

Like honestly, it is so encouraging to know someone reads my newbie blog and hopefully will keep on reading 🙂

Thanks for stopping by and until next time, tata!

P.S. I’m adding a new category titled “Prompts” so you’ll be sure to see me trying out more of these brilliant things later too!

– Toto