Monthly Archives: August 2018

When September Comes

Two eyes and a head, and hours from now, and hours until you come. My shadow waits for the sun to set, my shadow will be no more when daylight fades. Two ears and a mouth, and I’ll make a … Continue reading

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Transfigured

The mark of a blistering agony, a period when I was tangled and burdened. Replaced enthusiasm to a wound, harbored shoddy sentiments privately, and fed myself with food of irrelevance. I was choked in my own indifference. My pretension was … Continue reading

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like an ice cream

we cry at the same breakdown and we melt swiftly like an ice cream in a scorching sunny day.   2018

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randomly

you wore a yellow shirt and i was frigid with my imagination.   2018

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Until All The Other Dancers Leave The Ledge

Been in the roller-coaster, and almost up there, then down. Someone told me in the past that I can’t go anywhere with writing, no money there and no future whatsoever. I’m down, into this lowest part of life, but while … Continue reading

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The Last Time I Noticed You

I noticed you that day. When I escaped from home, traveled┬áby foot to where the sanity of wind and the cheer of the sun convert emptiness to life.   2018

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The Soul Who Understands The Beauty Of Oneself

Ever changing, like dawn to dusk, from the seas to the islands, and I continue to shift from a good place to a better home. Some may not agree, some may like the idea, and others may love to see … Continue reading

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Don’t Pretend

There are things that I cannot explain, things that are far from the knowledge of my brain. There are emotions that are hard to grasp when the real reasons are not completely laid down. There are circumstances that define us … Continue reading

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The Cain Tragedy

It echoes somewhere. This secret is downtrodden, making me like Cain. This delinquency, it haunts. It does not harbor.   2012

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Falling From Serendipity

Scared. There is fear in the strange place of perplexity. Infinite. The endless thrust to wickedness, the endless pain. Serendipity. We found each other at a time when we’re almost lost. Falling. Our doting exudes more than what we aim … Continue reading

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