It’s been too long since I’ve written a love poem,

It’s been too long since I’ve written a love poem, to summon some murmurs of abstract notions in life as though I know better. Now I just feel ‘em, the glee, giddiness, stupidity, only to find no pattern or strife or doubt but joy.   Then the old me would doubt and chastise my smiles, … Continue reading It’s been too long since I’ve written a love poem,

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I Found Trash (Part 3)

Ah, he pries now, tries to know all when I lost all trust in my faith in creatures I used to call friends. “But, you talked about it yourself, you brought it up.” “Everybody knows, so I can know, too.” Rumors were not spread by me, but his allies, To tell, not to tell, I … Continue reading I Found Trash (Part 3)

Bored

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