To continue, I've lost the will. Myself? Afraid I'm not worth it. But still, I go on for those who care. I won't forget those selfless remarks, they haunt me. For whatever reason, no matter how dark it gets they always stop to show me the way. And that's enough. That belief that I'm worth… Continue reading Hold on
See, I've come this far. Far enough to know that looking backward wastes your time, so look to the future, its infinite possibilities or fall prey to repeated memories. It's not too late to hope, not too early to question, but I had forgotten that now I sit in confession and I think of the… Continue reading Flicker
Wait inside my mind in capital sin. Find warmth in stories of bliss of where we've been. And I'll be here, but I never left these solitary walls, wholly bereft of that part of me I forgot a long time ago. Faded like that memory of a February snow on an important day I shouldn't… Continue reading Indigo Lights
Every time I see you it hurts a little less. You show up a lot and yes I'll confess. I'm glad. Not for you, but for me. That I'm getting past this. No longer imagining gruesome things upon my neck or wrist. But how did you cope so easily? Easy, was it so? Like I… Continue reading Tell the Moon I say hello
The magic of memory dreamed on a Monday morning. The kind where you wake up confused yet excited by your esoteric thing. A dream of something so nuanced and tangible. Losing touch with what's real only briefly to reexamine what it means to feel. But how I dare trick myself with a dash of mischief… Continue reading Trick Room
Take me for a fool. I'll see you in a year or something and maybe then I'll be your tool. In the morning too, I'll be here. Whether you're here for me, I'll be here for you.
I sit on the sidelines admiring the clever thoughts of better minds and I try to make a memory using their strides. I've come to find that every move they make is geometric, measured, quantified, and immortalized. Replicated in my words here as I sing the song in my head, I turn the rhyme into… Continue reading Simple Geometry
Like a ghost I've been recently, just a shade of my novelty, in a way, I give up on me so that I can see. I just needed some time to think and be somewhere where you can't reach, ended up with two bruised knees. What a mystery.
In a treasure room, I'll find my happiness there in shape and name, in serendipity of something not wanted nor needed but found all the same. I collect those trinkets but share them instead. An ambition to spread that joy to family and friend, to see what it means to be fortunate in both our… Continue reading Gift Giving
A memory in distress. Being repressed by everything, it seems. A slate cleaned sometimes means doing whatever it takes to not feel anymore. But there's therapy in the truth. A little ruse to get it off your chest, leaving it, at best, an easily forgotten dream.