On one of my recent strolls around the garden, I found trouble when looking for food. My hunger, often for truth, made me a hound of despair. This is one of the many masks of disquiet, and it threatens the peace I have built around my garden. This time, I was fed a fallacy, whichContinue reading “The Day the Lilies Died: An Inquiry into Suspicion and the Ornamented Truth”
On the Persistence of Disquiet: Reflections on Memory and the Liminal Self
After the fact, my mind is overjoyed with relief, and it blooms in thought. Nonetheless, it is still a constant that I was stripped of my confidence. The uncertainty that defeat brings is a pellet, a rotten one, that I get force-fed after a loss. But is this, in essence, a loss? Is receiving aContinue reading “On the Persistence of Disquiet: Reflections on Memory and the Liminal Self”
Who took the chairs?
We roamed without paying attention,unknowingly aiming our paths towards the conjuncture in which we would find each other,prematurity would have been a bad idea, like dark rum and car keys,a possibility that made me slaver and snivel,ethereal connection,blessed be,blessed be my path, for it found yoursthe purloined idea struck my head,thunderstroke with lethargic pace,peer atContinue reading “Who took the chairs?”
Cherub Cobblers ๐
Word twist, sworn nemesis, spiritual spiritCowardsWorld listCall the bachelor. He puts his fate on the line.Hail Mary, look what you taught us. This is not a place. Look at the tones of my pale face.Could I have let you go easily? Do you still believe in me? Is your vow for eternity?The peerless feeling thatContinue reading “Cherub Cobblers ๐”
The Hand ๐
It all came in a dream. Eradicated pacifism, strayed reason, unstoppable changes. All of them are forces in action at the classic planes of farce.Subjugated to a verdict handed down by spiteful lions that charge unjustly on those so-called unhackneyed prophets. Intimidated by the colossal columns that held the flying arcs, each step required indescribableContinue reading “The Hand ๐”
Siren Chant ๐ ฎ
The starving scavenger scouting for a morbid meal, eyebags corroded due to the blood of past transgressions. The psychic sight lessens clouded in the new day, slowly fading away as patience runs out as well. Nevertheless, the truth stays where it has always been, the patience of a man only shows completely when he hasContinue reading “Siren Chant ๐ ฎ”
Broken T-Wraps
I have been chasing a feeling my whole life, concomitantly fighting shy of gloom. Violently learning that keeping alive differs from living in almost every sense. Faithfully looking for the purple moon that would show me the way to the stars I woke up once again, the cold shiver watering down my spine as IContinue reading “Broken T-Wraps”
Nothing here is for sale
Living in a world of struggle turns hopeful nights into useless chips in a rigged game of chance. Choked by dices in a sea of strangers, inhibited by the glimpses of leeching portals that judge back as they see through. Hoarding memories as currency in exchange for public recognition and worthless reputation. The statement ofContinue reading “Nothing here is for sale”
Shipwrecked
Remember the man lost in the storm for he is unaware of his final destination,Abandoned by a possibility and clasped to hope’s bosom,Rejected efforts made scars turn into callosities,A dark candle still produces light like a three-legged horse still pulls its cart,I made promises that weren’t up to me to keep,Yet I stand tall byContinue reading “Shipwrecked”
Captain Collins! the boat is sinking
Time is when a story gets physical. There’s a point of breakthrough in an intellectual’s life where passion becomes cynical. Vision becomes blurred and actions become stereotypical. The one with the sense of the word can dodge madness and keep on track rolling smoothly like thin nickels. Precision is relative with the left hand butContinue reading “Captain Collins! the boat is sinking”
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