hypocrite

till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.

life

that is life, isn’t it? you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?

drafts

some days i look back on my drafts,twenty-six of them messily piled,all untitled,contents swirling around me in nostalgic confusionbefore settling down in the middle of a stormteenage angst bleeding through the pagesof half-written manuscripts and abandoned poems,saved until a later datebut never finished i was looking at my drafts today. oof, i remember exactly what

mismatched comedy

yellow polka dots, purple stripes, clown suits perfect for springshit-eating grin and lifted eyebrow, scholarly smile, hands foldedhigh heels and suits, those shoes hurt my feetmullets and chopped hair, just wanted a small changespilled drinks and crumbled napkins, man, what a messy dinnerflying spit and otherworldly saucers, did i make you laugh too hard?blue elephants

mirror

my deepest desires,broken reflection staring,my dark soul stripped bare

The Different Pieces of Love

Love – golden bubble – happinessTrue love’s kissto wake the sleeping beautyfrom her deep slumber.Pot of overflowing goldat the end of a wonderful,colorfulrainbow. love is like drinking firewhiskeywith the sharp burn of painand the feeling of elationand being high off of fumesthat follows. Love:self-love, love between partners, loving friends,love within family members, love between strangers,love,

in a moment of time

in a moment of time,a brief blow of a breeze,a slight blink, a missed scene,the house of cards can come crumbling down. it was friday night,the moon was high,a luminous bowl of white wine in the sky. you and i, on the run,from our responsibilities. our car was blasting music,shared smiles, sly glances,the smell of

Written Words: My Muse

My heart begins thudding faster,As my eyes grow glassier with every second.I throw my hands up, Triumph gleaming in every corner of my bone.I tremble before the scene I have just written,Something so beautiful I cannot describe. One Republic plays softly in the background,Their voices crooning stories of sadness and love,As I write my own