Makeup, Made Up

“Put on sunscreen,” She said. “Who’s gonna love you if you tan?” “Put on makeup,” She said. “You’re old enough to be a woman.” “Stop walking like that,” She said. “It makes you look fat and manly.” “Speak softer,” She said. “Who’s gonna love that low, rough voice?” “Learn how to dance,” She said. “What … Continue reading Makeup, Made Up


Forgetful, Forgettable

Is it sad that I’m so forgetful of the fact that I’m not a freak, that life’s not a free for all, or free at all? I want to Be forgetful of scars, be like memory foam. Yet, I roam amongst the rows of weathered marble. People gawked and marveled and forget the true, bright … Continue reading Forgetful, Forgettable


I used to find comfort in routines: wake, cook, classes, walks, get lectured at, work, cook, eat, bathe and sleep. I had to stay hooked to every word hurled at me. Time’s crook who steal joy out of pretenses. I looked for a way out, but monotonous suburbs took my will away. So I will … Continue reading Bored


As cheesy as it is, I sometimes feel like a sinking ship; built to last, work, be productive, but a storm would wreck shit and I crash, beached, cracked. My whole integrity fails fast, nothing lasts but that wave of nauseating nonsense, a blast of depravity, bring up past scabs and skin them free. Alas … Continue reading Sinking

1.0: Waking Up

He realized that he had been waking up in strange places with a mighty headache and minimal recollection of how he ended up in said place somewhat frequently, that not what...God, there was a much better way to describe his current predicament, huh? This time, there was no blinding heat or dancing lights from … Continue reading 1.0: Waking Up