It’s a game for the silver-haired, So my sun-bleached hair grays Under the lack of sun rays. I reared Anxiety in this toxic climate, flayed My patience against ears deafened By ignorance or pain. Still, unquestioned. But when time loses its meaning, Structures crumble and pulverize: Each day stretch into months while a month Slip […]
Category: Rants
4. Burn Out
How do I tell someone that their love suffocates? That just because they care doesn’t mean that they get to dissect my skin, my face, the boyish way that I walk when I don’t feel safe. How does one explain that what is supposed to be home feels as fragile as a bed of ancient […]
I often thought that laughter is a coping mechanism: a muffled chuckle or a force grin for the grimmest situations. In the face of ridiculousness, my brain simply gives and let out a babble of giggles when no other noise seems to fit. Is it a human instinct? To appear jolly when our mind is […]
I found you in dark captivity, filled with disjoint thoughts carved into thin flesh dried from inactivity. So I retrieved you gingerly, you who starved for attention and care. The world was spinning my head too. Time will not be kind to us, we who twirled between the best and word of crime of humanity. […]
Watered-Down Ink
I’m writing like I’m fading away even though this is just watered-down ink. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already fading. Each stroke of my pen tests more of my patience. Colors bloom the more I endure. The words wading through the puddles in my mind strengthen relations. I wonder if time will […]
I am sure I am not the first moron to risk this wordplay, oxymoron my source of air, my abundant oxygen that blows at the smallest spark. But sometimes I find it all so dull: all work and no play, and I give jackshit about what that makes me. Every passing day, I await the […]
I didn’t want to write a poem, but I didn’t have a choice: a few hours of silence stretched the hole in my heart until I couldn’t breath. And so I leave my anxiety here, where dreams and fantasies and hopes dry out and die.
When men walk up to me with a smug smile — don’t get me wrong, some of them are charming — and asked me for coffee or lunch or dinner, all the while trying to know me better. I like the idea of expanding friend circles, though accepting these offers seem to beguile and entertain […]