At the end of this There'll be a neon sign that'll say, "All you are is the people you have." and I'll believe I am the best me there has ever been.
here, baldie baldie baldie the hangman has arrived, but he's of no use. you have to tie your own ropes. death is no longer hanging from a ceiling, it resides in you.
I am a rush of agony. I am the spilling bile of a slashed stomach I am a martyr, to time. When I die, a messenger will whisper in the streets I've been to. He'll narrate a tale to the most obscure of corners, call it 'The Story of yet another person who got wasted … Continue reading Untitled (#4)
And then all of a sudden, you're sitting there, alone in a room full of smoke and small talk, wondering if things would been different. Not change, specifically, but instead, you wanted that one person, or one moment, or I don't know, maybe everything, to stay, for a little longer. Sometimes, when I fill in … Continue reading Excerpt from a bad poem
Today. 17th July 2018. A poem on paradox. Hypocrites hating hypocrites is a paradox. Just as much is saying, that I am a compulsive liar. Sometimes, my words get stuck in the back of my mind, in similar fashion, and I keep going back to them. When I leave you with an incomplete poem, with … Continue reading The blank space stuck on the back of my throat
I watch love from afar, it stares back, so I console myself it's looking after me. In one more week, days will only get shorter and I need more light in me to tell you how dark it will feel in the winter mornings I have now forgotten. We polish our shoes clean together, but … Continue reading Untitled (#3)
This feels like a blanket wrapping a cold night desert. The sand is warmer but I can still hear the chill in the dry cold winds that blow. It feels like being cold and warm at the same time, like popping half a blot of acid and calling it love. Like eating straight out of … Continue reading The time I was the little spoon
Sometimes, when I am waiting at a red light, and suddenly shift my view to the countdown, the second that follows seems a little longer, than one second. As if, it almost forgot to function. As if, it skipped a beat.
I stare down a glass. It's neither half full nor half empty. There is a gulp of self respect staring back at me. It's part blue and part black. I want to drink it up, but I know it'll burn my insides. I am though, fortunately or unfortunately, a cheat, I cut waves through still … Continue reading Rum and coke
I wake up in the wrong bed, only to realise love has been replaced by a depression in the mattress. . I meet an acquaintance after two years. He tells me the last thing he remembered was me searching for love, and asks if I've found it yet. I tell him it goes to another … Continue reading Untitled #2