Anamnesis

Monday it was time to lay down a little bit,Monday it was clear in the sky. I don’t trust Mondays. They don’t have opinions about anything. Anything, to them, can become everything, And everything nothing. I don’t like Mondays. I rather have Fridays treat me like a stranger, Than Mondays treat me like a friend….

Mercy

In nights like these when owls howl,and crickets go quiet,I call upon the deceptions and dreads of life.And if I say,nothing new grows there, I would be lying.I see the pasts catering to old sorrows,And dark bruises go green by time. Even they, the most damned, become less sinister.And more… The they, who live there,…

Let’s…

Let’s cry at the sun and laugh with the rain from now on. Let’s serenade our woes we never acknowledged. Our sorrows that we kept outside, and melancholy that we hid inside, Let’s introduce them to each other.And see them bond. “Here, sadness, she was born out of the sky I used to live under.”“Here,…

Unruly Women

I’ve grown up in this country knowing the rules of how not to become an unruly woman. Since I’ve left home for the last two weeks, me and my friend, we’ve been leaving a trail of blood from places to places. Or rather, the trails of blood have been following us. That two weeks started…

Airborne

Heaven gave me back.The sky returned me. I felt like a piece of cloth the store bullied you into buying,bullied you with greasy smile and high words,and now you need to give it back.Now you see how it doesn’t belong. So I found myself on the same step.From where I was supposed to ascend.And I…

Epiphany

She is part of the prophecy.The blind midwife. Her epiphanies didn’t rub on me.I am still one story short of a moron! My epiphanies are short sighted and they suffer from hedonism.My epiphanies go to the shrines,and forget why they went there.My epiphanies don’t dance,nor do they mourn.Come to think of it,they can’t be epiphanies.They…

Giggle in a Glass Bottle

Perfectly preserved and fine, they were their own cheer.The label said do not break. I broke it, and it didn’t even ache. It’s weird how my room becomes a universe of its own at nights.Nights when crickets come out and stars hide.Nights when the wind panders and dreams ride.Nights when owls stare and devils abide….

The Other Side of the Lake

Dear Virginia,Even after wishing it really bad, I can’t seem to sleep tonight. I really need to. My body really deserves a break from me. I’m sure in your cottage the greens have crawled all around, and lakes have filled with alluring seductions. I, sometimes, most of the times, can comprehend why you needed the…

Asylum 3

The nights that they laid out,had fear of missing out.Had parchment bags filled with plans. Meanwhile,Medieval monks making up for lost months,sat down on rooftops. They’ve died only once.In the new and improved world,people die so many timesone loses counts.When you cannot keep up with your own demise,how should or can you  keep up with…

Insomnia

I don’t hear clock bells.When the cattle belled people roll over in their beds,and ting the sound rose,I hear those .Time becomes free after midnight.It breaks free of the clocks of the world. It flies and chats. I hear that.Time swimming around. Silently splashing and growing flowers in burial grounds. People sigh a lot in…