third eye
do they still call it blindness if you
refuse to open your eyes and see past
the beauty to
take a good look at the ugly truth?
June 2013
2 posts
invisibility
please try to remember
i am not another jigsaw puzzle piece
with the intent of completing your map of
targeted conquests.
May 2013
2 posts
semantics, ii.
open your vocal jack-in-a-box
and let the springy, red punching glove
hit me square in the nose and
knock the wind out of my breath right
into my eyes.
semantics
“child abuse
n
(Social Welfare) physical, sexual, or emotional ill-treatment or neglect of a child, especially by those responsible for its welfare “
April 2013
1 post
January 2013
2 posts
anesthesia
the gift that keeps on giving is
a mere myth when the emotional dam overflows and
floods through the gates that lead to the one-way street of friendship.
safe.
i hung up the phone and spun my head in a clockwise manner, lifting my hand to my forehead, so i could scope you out from the floating bodies chilling on the streets of paris. my pulse kicked loudly against my skin while my heart tried to break free from the walls confining it to the cavity over my left breast.
December 2012
1 post
robotic cues
my thoughts are competing with one another in a race to see which of the more irrational ones can make it to the finish line first and convince me that the gaping black hole inside my chest is out to engulf me and trap me in the darkness for the rest of my life.
October 2012
2 posts
fictional work in progress; "mommy and daddy"
i’m in a mental state of imbalance and a physical state of health.
September 2012
1 post
lies
her absence is nothing short of normal, but
her presence reigns in the household like the dark shadows of brooding evil spirits waiting to
leech out your soul.
August 2012
1 post
goodbye
you never forgave him for grabbing what was
left of his manhood and walking out
the door.
July 2012
1 post
ice monster
flowers wither under the blue skies and
my soul cripples around the edges because,
quite frankly,
there was no hope for me.
or for you.
June 2012
1 post
whiskey dick
the harsh taste of whiskey down my throat brought back memories of
your face,
May 2012
3 posts
unleashed
the ghost of my teenage past knocked on my
door and came to say, “hello, today.” i had no choice but to
welcome her in my home and show her
the abode; a sanctuary built to shield me from
unwanted presences, like the one sat on my couch sipping tea and
tainting my beautiful china with its grimy, filth-stained lips.
why do you look so tense in your own home?
April 2012
4 posts
insecurities
i’m a fragile russian doll; i hide
layers upon layers threatening to crack at the seams,
exposing little by little,
piece by piece, everything and
nothing you wanted to know about me. nothing
matters anymore, nowadays. it’s too easy to
take one glance, visualize the potential in your head and
press the “skip!” button, its automated voice vocalizing itself for you.
“NEXT!”
in line, one by one, standing so close to each other
the domino effect’s got nothing on us suitors waiting to
be with you, who want nothing more than to be
held by you
close to you, exhaled air from your lips touching
their faces, cold contacting the warmth from
within, deep down, fluttering eyelids and heartbeats
nervously pacing,
increasing in speed as we wait for
the judgment. smash or pass, it’s
your choice and ultimately
your loss.
excerpt
you never expect people to turn out the way they do until
it’s too late.
a person will cover himself with layers to shield to protect intruders from finding him in his naked state; vulnerability isn’t tolerated around these parts of
the world, where you need
emotional and mental strength to
conquer the rabid beasts preying on
your flesh and soul.
