A memory is but a dying flame, Fighting to consume just enough oxygen So that it may linger a while longer, Before it inevitably slips away. The memories of us flicker in my mind. The one of how I want to remember it. And the one of what we truly were. Yet, do they not... Continue Reading →
Bullet in the Brain
his eyes are shut, swollen, purple, black and blue. must have been from the bullet as it ripped through. his body on fire from the fever, like a match ignited against the friction, cold steel struck against brain tissue. with this life, he has no more issue. time of... Continue Reading →
Inside a Box Office Booth
The time ticks slowly as this madness swallows me. I hear only the sound of a cold breeze. Slithering across the glass, it stands between me and the abyss that I have gazed upon since the setting of the sun. What if it were to shatter? Would I be sucked out by the chilling wind?... Continue Reading →
Your Happy Ending
You got your happy ending. So great is your happiness that now I tearfully bless the remaining lifetime for you and the woman your hands now caress. So mote it be… I am dead to you, and I will remain that way– until the sun shines its last ray. Now I will sleep. Please stay clear of my... Continue Reading →
Illusion
As a magician carries a deep passion for his tricks— though he knows they are not real— We too cling to the illusion of what we used to be— despite the clear reality that what we had was nothing we could feel.
Writing My Worlds
As I start my day of redundant chores, I think about my reality and realize I’m bored. What is this world that consumes my life? It’s depressing and dim; as dull as a butter knife. Every day I wake up, and what greets me first thing? The same reality as before; that day after day... Continue Reading →
Cherry Blossoms
I once chanced upon a beautiful forest of cherry blossoms. After years of wandering in the dark alone, I welcomed the embrace of the gentle breeze, leading me further and further into the heart of this bewitching wonder. Each and every petal sang a song, leaving me to wonder how I happened upon such delicate... Continue Reading →
Sunbeam
How may the blossom still flourish if the brightest ray of the sun is extinguished? To soak in its beam only once before it fades away is enough to bloom. Yet the petals are forever stained with the longing to feel its warmth once more.
String
The string that binds us Is but a single thread of the great web. Only when a dewdrop clings May that one thread shimmer, Setting it apart from the rest Should that string be cut, Only the dewdrop would perish. Find this poem in my poetry book, Restless Reflections: A Collection of Poetry
Ode to Black
Ode to Black In the beginning, there is you and only you. In your endless travels through the infinite void, You master the art of emptiness. You are the ruler of nothing. You are the void. As strong as you are, there will be one who seeks to claim his supremacy. Soon the light will find you.... Continue Reading →
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