Tag: poems
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Lonely Thursdays
It was a lonely Thursday when I impulsively got on that plane to find myself. Soothe the trembling hands from a longing so unbearably painful, the noise from my throbbing chest so awfully loud. Is this how it is to love truly? To intentionally be blind from candied lies and dilated pride? Could I even…
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September musings
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Random June thoughts
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3rd Quarter Musings
I think—no, I believe I haven’t written in a very loooong time. This pandemic has fvcked up my sleeping cycle, my body clock, my little to less routines, and totally drained out whatever is left of the creative ink circulating in my brain. I started this back last year if I’m not mistaken? And I…
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The Day Everything Changed
One full year isolated from friends and loved ones. One full year out of work, out of school. One full year of faces hidden behind a collection of masks. One full year of life as we know it, thrown into complete disarray. Exactly a year ago when the world went into a standstill, locked down…
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3am Thoughts
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That Year-ender
I’m still freaking curious. There was a spark, I know there was a spark and I’m missing that spark. I’ve been digging inside my head since that Thursday and I still can’t find you and your words and that smile. I’ve no memory.
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Ode to Sunrise
Life is full of sporadic facades and intermittent moments, bits and pieces tattered with every flip of a page. And sometimes the struggles forge you into this impetuous cynic, averted by the water that you keep to hydrate. They leave you shriveled, bare and almost dying. Almost. – I cannot even begin to describe the…
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Pain inspires
If there is one thing I have learned from the past four years, is that pain inspires me more than anything. I could never really write about love or happiness, I just normally suck at it. But pain–oh pain is the ink that fuels the rambling chaos inside my head which randomly spill onto blank…
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His Mind
It has always been a challenge (not a struggle) to raise a child with Asperger’s. They see a world so much different from ours, understand differently from what we can normally comprehend, grasp unrealistic ideas and view it as normal. They see color in black and whites and grays in color. They give a solid…
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What we are made of
DMV
Density Runs 