Tag: experience

on isolation.

Truth be told, this is not my first experience with social isolation. Though at the time, it wasn’t mandated by the state due to a nationwide pandemic. In fact, it was business as usual for everyone but me. I reason this might be why I am handling the current state of affairs as well as I am. Solitude is an…

full circle.

This started off as a Facebook post, but it is deserving of more. As a writer, I find some things shouldn’t be reduced to a Facebook status update, nor limited to 140 characters on Twitter, or become a caption typed beneath an Instagram photo. Some things are worth more than that. This is one of them. full circle. I knew…

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of our finest demons, trapped by choice or grand design. In the space between rage and romance,…

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant mother fuckers, here’s to heart valves that start leaking. Let’s prepare to get lost in the…

let it settle.

If you ask me what my biggest fear is, I would tell you without hesitation, that it would be to live an unfulfilled life. But my second biggest fear is living a lie. Some of us build and shape our lives and our relationships from a foundation of fiction. Forged selves. Distorted histories. Fabrications we tell other people, but mostly,…

ghosts.

a magnet for the emotionless the ghosts, they floated faded and fucked up to a full heart, bloated poltergeists take up space never permanent, only drifting paranormal self destroyers carry the weight, heavy lifting curse of the apparition prepare for the exorcism expel the heart haunter emerge from the cataclysm

the poison tree.

It is sick and twisted, a gnarled tree that feeds from poisonous soil. It blooms sweet flowers, a magnificent deception that lures in the innocent. The antithesis of a giver, it sucks the oxygen straight from the lungs. Thorns embellish its branches, curved like snake fangs slicing into the flesh. Colossal leaves conceal the eyes, blinding the chosen ones to its…

heartless.

what courses through the veins now is dark and cold love is meant to keep you warm or so I’ve been told valves clog with heartbreak that impedes the flow love wilts in poisoned blood with no room to grow offer a piece of it and they make sure to bleed you dry love is meant to be the answer…

alpha and omega.

  I followed your trail – to hunt you down – for as long as I could. I no longer remember the scent of your fur or the taste of you. I felt happiness when my head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. I felt safe when your paws swallowed mine as they intertwined. These were stolen moments spent…

old fashioned.

I’m going to get all Carrie Bradshaw with this one and talk about relationships and love in 2016. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trapped in a perpetual state of horror and confusion on most days. I am supposed to be lumped into the group of people called ‘millennials’. The ominous ‘they’ define a millennial as someone 18 to 33…