Monthly Archives: March 2018

Burning, scorching in the day. I stretch my shoulders and the children outside bend their knees and dive in the waters. Skies, blue and sunny. I dance in my own, antique room. My hands are tired from folding and shaking. … Continue reading →

you came and i refused to accept that you can’t have me the way you have someone. but i can still allow myself to get crazy over you even though the world knows that we cannot be together.   2018

I have noticed the sad grey clouds. Hovering in the sky, filtering a good day. The sun cannot appear completely. At this time, I’m feeling devastated. The day you were gone, without saying goodbye, was the hardest time of my … Continue reading →

Your absence cuts me like a knife. Long, warm, sleepless nights are terrible. I am not good at many things. Yet, I can be your someone who can be there. No magic words, no sacred rituals, this intellectual capacity to … Continue reading →

i lost a flight, missed an opportunity. left the ones i love in a foreign country. slowly, i lead a life of reality and once escaping the world through some book’s pages, i regain a composure, forgetting the problems that … Continue reading →

scattered. butchered. action upon action of sins secretly pounding on floors of dirty rendezvous. dark. hot and sticky. the normalcy of manhood in its abnormality. it experiments. finding life insignificant from the rest of the crowd.   2018

far from you, and too much absence makes us unimportant. we cling to the loneliness of our skins and we sleep less. far and we can never be near anymore, as we build another life here.   2018

pungent less, darkened images. blinding eyes, blinding until night. dancers fade, monsters kill. the game is over, song ends. without the moon, descending hours. drops of rain, scents of a lemon. a pause, a stop, a maddening. i slumber without … Continue reading →

the moon waits and the hours of the dark and blue sky bleed from the wound of my own wrongdoing. i escape your crowded room, i escape a sun and a day, keep myself at the bustle of the late … Continue reading →

my pirated voice penetrates the pavement as i get closer to your door and enter your private kingdom.   2018