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”
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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”
Obsidian Sun: I Declare War on Your Every Crevasse
to whom it may concern
Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret
It’s almost complete, the distance between falling apart, From whispering secrets, a sequence you act nonchalant, Like a purist in person. I told you to stop kissing my heart, Questioned why, choking back tears, “au revoir,” So insincere. A brassiere draped over post-traumatical scars, And it’s worthless. Holding hands under Jupiter and Mars, Deafening stare,Continue reading “Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret”
Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience
It’s become more of a habit Interval time from interacting with humans Irony overlaps boredom and passion Kiss away sadness. Verbally vie away the synapses Blood-stained flesh from a rose Thorn on a flower. Cry self-preservation to keep presence remote Listen in on private conversations. Fly on the wall I carry disdain like I tattooedContinue reading “Tattooed Flowers: A Poetic Reflection on Resilience”
My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith
Hi. I’m okay. My name is … (private exchange) Oceanic delight, Mariana Trench – let’s lie on the waves Get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes The “we’ll soon see each other”s, the “I can’t wait to arrive”s Gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shines Juan Valdez roast – a vagabond’s variant vibe CashContinue reading “My Mother Used to Say: Loneliness and Faith”
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”
Melodies of Vanish and Hope
I’m the saddest man on the planet, Dulcet zones become eruptions of death, Memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress, Most ballads hit home, requiem out of balance, Such a synergistic release comes from this basket of malice. I’ll have it to here – 22oz black coffee French press, Anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, headrest,Continue reading “Melodies of Vanish and Hope”
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”
MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss
Who’s barely intact? Two hundred thousand nails puncture veins in my back, whether they’re human or metal remains to be asked. Yellow pages, your name severs sapience, saps like heaven’s angels. Vessels fray then collapse. Lord father, elevate us. Why am I so fixated on the past? Separate fact from fiction. Eradicate my relapse, rehabilitationContinue reading “MINI JOURNAL: Delicate Skin, Negative Print – Navigating the Intricacies of Love and Loss”
I Get Along Without You: A Reflection on Lost Love and Self-Discovery: In the Shadows of Memories, Whispers of Regret, and the Resilience of a Shattered Heart
It was only a second. It felt more like Armageddon, a source of dependence. My very core was augmented, no force, just indebted to pain, embedded; the flow descending in waves. Chakra, like flames, no position, no direction, unphased. See, most of what I felt was descriptions, captions in italics, a handpicked basket of malice,Continue reading “I Get Along Without You: A Reflection on Lost Love and Self-Discovery: In the Shadows of Memories, Whispers of Regret, and the Resilience of a Shattered Heart”