Soul is sequestered. Hanging fruit in a forest of giants. Praying for atonement or holy alliance. Molding my bones. Soul seller, solely uncensored. Sling to be highest bidder, sold to Goliath. Liquor bottle pried in my fingers. Corroded and weathered. Like sewing a sweater, stitching holes I’m developing. Alone in his centerpiece, exhausted, but smiling.Continue reading “Stone and Ashes: How You Haunt Me”
Author Archives: Cristian Leonardo Gajardo
The Catch-22 of Indigo and Magenta: A Poem of Dilemmas and Choices
My most cherished possession, holstered like a primary weapon Baseline until I count to seven, quiet like a library session Four Five Six. These moments just help you evolve Which adds truth to my theory that pain is necessary involvement In life and in fiction, typecast me as your typical loner Sedentary absolving, finding peaceContinue reading “The Catch-22 of Indigo and Magenta: A Poem of Dilemmas and Choices”
Coping with Death, Depression, and Self-Injury: A Personal Story
This post is a reflection on the topic of self-help, inspired by a person who I admire greatly but have never spoken to. In ten days, it will mark the date when I lost my childhood friend to suicide. I was only 17 years old at the time. I lived in the same street asContinue reading “Coping with Death, Depression, and Self-Injury: A Personal Story”
Again, and Again: A Poem of Repetition and Resignation
Again I hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor Again. Who the fuck’s at the door? Nightstand machete laid neatly in drawer. Revolver ‘neath queen mattress, in case of a quarrel- But- There’s nothing. Just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved. Gunpowder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts. Could’ve sworn there was something. Apparently not. Hear aContinue reading “Again, and Again: A Poem of Repetition and Resignation”
Nice Guys Finish Last: A Poem of Unrequited Love and Frustration
I’m stronger than you. Or I thought I was. Maybe I am. Don’t touch me. Make up your mind. Tell me you love me. Fuck me like you mean it. Mean it when you fuck me, love me when you tell me, you love me. Tell me a secret. Show me your ghosts, and I’llContinue reading “Nice Guys Finish Last: A Poem of Unrequited Love and Frustration”
Slowly Detaching from Reality
She whispers In a drunken moan. She’s slowly falling in love. Ask her how slowly? We’re slowly making art when we fuck. Making sure she comprehends. A lion covered in cuts. Licking wounds. Vicissitude. Saliva and blood. We’re controlled experiments. And you’re variable A. Variable B, mumbles to self. Paranoia pirated brain. Dancing in herContinue reading “Slowly Detaching from Reality”
How to Trick Yourself into Love: A Poem Inspired by Hercules and the River Styx
KILL OR BE BROKEN. KILL OR BE ME. Killed in combat over and over, killing disease, killed in disguise, killed when I sleep, killed in my dreams, killed because I’m weak. Attracting spiritually broken, they see a healer in me. Chill in my bones. Killing me slowly, kiss me. It’s frozen. Feeling the breeze. OrContinue reading “How to Trick Yourself into Love: A Poem Inspired by Hercules and the River Styx”
What the Fuck Do I Do With This Hot Chocolate?
The moon The moon, The sun The sun, the moon Press mute Succumb Doomed, doomed, doomed I’m doomed. We’re done Who, who, who Are you? Who are we? What are we? Collusion Contusions. So very meek You’re a cup of hot chocolate On the fiercest winter morning Feel the blisters forming Whistle through the windowsContinue reading “What the Fuck Do I Do With This Hot Chocolate?”
JOURNAL: Fire Breather: A Short-Story of Self-Dialogue of Confusion and Acceptance
I’m a fire breather, spitting flames, chowing down on dragons for breakfast. Who’s up for crispy lips and tongues reduced to ash? I’ve been holding back for a while now, keeping my cool, not letting my inner fire show. My self-esteem is like a blazing sun, making the actual sun nervous. Inkblots and profound contemplationsContinue reading “JOURNAL: Fire Breather: A Short-Story of Self-Dialogue of Confusion and Acceptance”
The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Mad Scientist: A Poem of Passion and Pain
Mix gunpowder and moments of silence Gather components you’d author with smiles Combustible crossover, lost in your eyeballs Gifting a locket, heart-shaped alloy Wishing upon an asteroid comet Because… It’ll turn to debris before it reaches me Countdown from three, wishing your frown obsolete Douse gasoline, that sets blaze to decree Miscellaneous, mundane Mistletoe mainframe,Continue reading “The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Mad Scientist: A Poem of Passion and Pain”
How to Survive the Hellhound: A Lyrical Exploration of Trauma and Healing
Dear anyone, Heartbreaking, shattering, crushing, blasphemous, bludgeoning, over-saturated. Don’t be surprised if we can’t be separated. Science needs a new invention to mend hearts or a swab test for tears, where a story is written by the chemicals in them. And the chemicals in them are only ones that I can create with my signatureContinue reading “How to Survive the Hellhound: A Lyrical Exploration of Trauma and Healing”