We spent an hour alone, watching our eyes meet our lips. My revolver’s extinct, extinguishing meandering thoughts, Cradled across indifference, right into addiction, Deference to malice, rosebud digitalis reborn, a grin. While I think about things I haven’t before, Soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along, Philosophers’ physics, you had me at ‘gone,’Continue reading “Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips”
Author Archives: Cristian Gajardo
The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul
I’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “It’s hell in this darkness,” “Dearly departed, please be here for my heart.” The other three were as stark: “I hate being alive,” Don’t seem to remember, one rubric: “Demons inside.” Life is overrated, diluted with wine, My tears empower me, a tailspinContinue reading “The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul”
The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey
I salivate at the thought of atom lasers and waves of splattered rainbows, The way they collaborate on an acid halo, technicolor schemes that I’d envy more than me. Oh, what it is to be, a color never dreamed, enactment of life, elapsed by the clockwork collapsing of time. Facets of ‘why does it allContinue reading “The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey”
Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol
I paint whole lives in the blink of an eye, summoning statisticians just to decipher my descriptions. It’s all a tangled web of numbers and analysis, a solitary journey through the dimly lit library of existence. Obsessed with the binary, I calculate the formula to dominate you—crucial at worst, but at best, it’s the pinnacleContinue reading “Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol”
Quiet Now: ‘You Don’t Matter,’ but You’re Fine
One: I don’t want to congratulate anybody ever. I don’t want to give people the gratitude of me acknowledging them. I want to compete with them silently. I want them not to know that I’m sneaking up behind them. I want to be a ninja. Two: I’d commit suicide, I’d commit it in a second.Continue reading “Quiet Now: ‘You Don’t Matter,’ but You’re Fine”
Breathalyzer of Love: Part 1
So funny how I feel under the influence, without being under your influence (In a good way. That blushing continuance where everything is different) It’s the effluence of the mental influenza; you condemned me too. I was THERE EVERY FUCKING SECOND; you left me clues. Indications are vindicated. Nightfall traces of a silhouette, Cigarettes. YouContinue reading “Breathalyzer of Love: Part 1”
Hurricane Rendezvous
So, October 28th. The day before it had arrived. Pumpkin leaflets, summer’s leaving, Volkswagen sedan on a drive. Gusts of season, flannels, and walks through 10 p.m. suburbia nights. Blasts of orange harvest, olfactory senses concise. Lakeside and Beverly Creek. Lake Nelson just over in reach. The crossover between the Fur Elise and berry stemsContinue reading “Hurricane Rendezvous”
Tragedy in the Stars: Cosmic Reflections
Who would’ve thought that losing resolve was such a lucrative, sought-after muse? Because true tragedy talks volumes, but the channels on mute. Channeling through galaxies, having to move supernovas with raw passion. Any intuition is an intuitive loss. So superfluous, the way it happens; a dying sun sparks creative patterns. Tiresome survival at the costContinue reading “Tragedy in the Stars: Cosmic Reflections”
Stephanie and Paulette: A Melodic Tale of Affection and Confusion
Blossoming beauty, bud bellowing britches, We reap what we sow. I’m sorry, my harvest rescinded. Behold love at first sight, to love at the last minute, I melted my nucleus because my base was acidic. It’s not that we grew apart; we just didn’t grow to begin with. I want to create a spark thatContinue reading “Stephanie and Paulette: A Melodic Tale of Affection and Confusion”
Asterisked Emotions: Navigating Love and Pain
I’ve become receptive to any piece of endearment, As if getting you to talk to me is some sort of achievement. The curve of your lips, the forming words swirled into art, The muse from the Louvre turns my oeuvre into all, To consume what you do, with every molecule I control, Then to beingContinue reading “Asterisked Emotions: Navigating Love and Pain”
Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me
Dear Journal, Recollections of a picnic eventuate vividly in my mind. Amidst the reminisced scene, a profound sense of auditory quiescence prevails. What endures most is the ethereal spectacle wherein the heavens infused my being with enduring chromaticity. The transformation of a seemingly desolate desert into an entrancing marvel transpired. Heliotrope, lavender, and carmine mergedContinue reading “Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me”
JOURNAL: December 5th, 1997: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience
All little boys need father figures, Not to be normal or sane. You wouldn’t turn on a light switch without knowing where all the conduits are placed. You grow up with a fistful of hurt, a surge like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you.’ But one thing is certain, nothing makes you question yourContinue reading “JOURNAL: December 5th, 1997: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience”