Fulfillment is an intriguing state of existence, one that imparts a profound sense of wholeness, both within and without. It’s as if your very being emanates a radiant aura, enhancing your interactions with others, and even causing the sun to appear more resplendent than its usual self. In truth, the sun remains a constant presence,Continue reading “A letter to the past and the future: exploring who I was and who I want to be”
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Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop
Sigh I don’t get it. They tell me to write happy things. But the thing is, you don’t feel the need to discuss your happiness on paper when you’re happy. You just embrace the moment and live it. I don’t want to talk about that. Momentary silence. Dusk-lit bedroom apartment. Buzzing of cars from trafficContinue reading “Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop”
The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out
It’s beginning to show The intertwining dividends of time invested and growth My intention provoked, lying listless and broke Revisiting moments that to me seem explicitly warped Yosemite vulture, my melatonin dried up some Sore throat, sore back, amphetamine humdrum Ever-growing size of my blood pump escaping out of my thorax 500-pound dry-flesh, green alienContinue reading “The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out”
Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection
The perks of being a wallflower, or the disadvantages in some cases. Mr. Observant, half perfectionist, getting a taste of his own medicinal value, describes me to myself in a vacuum. Tell me how many times I scratch my chin, touch my ribcage, leave you feeling incomplete. When you feel me getting nervous around you,Continue reading “Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection”
I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities
I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”
Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
Echoes of Roses and Guns
It’s so unimportant, the funneling of guns to my roses. Slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet, Watching steps into rhythm, coalesce death into wisdom, Such a succulent prose, I’m nothing short of a serpent. To color me hopeless is to color me human, Rendered useless by the silhouette that wants toContinue reading “Echoes of Roses and Guns”