I stared at a blank page, searching for inspiration. Delving deep, Into the crevices of my memory. Finding songs of melancholy, in the daily silence. The walls around me collapse, Trapping me further in the clutches of despair. “They don’t understand, they don’t care, they don’t even know how I feel, And if I […]Read more "Blank Pages & Loud Voices"
I have this memory from my childhood, of me fashioning a gun out of a handkerchief and playing make-believe shoot-out sessions at home. I would hide under the table and take out the bad guys, I would leap onto the sofa (a dirty and deep ravine) and rescue a child or woman in distress, I […]Read more "Fear"
She walked like an innocent dream, And her eyes spoke nothing but the truth, Yet everyplace she left behind was in pieces, All that was left behind was ruin. Blood ties or bonds forged with love, In the end it didn’t matter, When she was done, There was nothing left behind. She crossed […]Read more "The Destroyer"
A day ago, I was in a shit mood. Those who know me, know that its practically every other day. Nevertheless, I was driving home after work and I looked up to see the moon. The sky was rather clear except this one patchy cloud that happened to be right over the moon. Almost as […]Read more "Spaces"
I’d like for you to step into the light, To see the shades of yourself shine. Reach out to the newness of your eyes, Take hold of the now, for it will pass. I’d like to kiss away that dark looming cloud, And with each touch luminesce your body. Don’t speak your words of […]Read more "To The One With The Dark Soul"
“The view from the glass is sparkling, Everything shines and stands out, The sound of joy echoes And the cries of help drown. The view from the glass is fun, Where life flows like fluid, And where there is abundance of chaos. For in here, the night is always young. The view from […]Read more "The View From The Glass"
It was on her drive back from her second failed trip that she noticed the bird that perched on her car’s side mirror at every traffic signal. At first, she thought she was imagining it, then she reasoned with herself that there must be so many crows in the area, so what if one sat […]Read more "Two Failed Trips And A Talking Bird"