Personal blog posts and poetry, the unfiltered notes in the margins of everything else.
Tick, tock, tick, tock… / Time’s ticking away; / Now becomes the past / Tomorrow’s becomes today. / Days drift without notice, / As the wind of time passes; / Actions turn into silent stop, / Everything fixes to a center point. / Silently waiting for that instance, / Where stars align to my sign…
Continue quest →Look into her eyes, / As she schemes on emptiness; / Could you fill it with love? / Could you fill it with hate? / Melancholy; lost in a dark void, / As her presence bring awe; / Could you merge with her? / Could you break her apart? / Sense her lust for identity…
Continue quest →I saw blood; / I saw blood on the furniture. / I saw a knife; / I saw a knife on the table. / I saw footprints; / I saw footprints away to the door. / I saw a man; / I saw a man dead on the floor. / I saw a sign…
Continue quest →A quick jump of the heart / And air trapped in between spaces; / A familiar recurring tone, / Timed and in beat. / Source might be dry bread, / Or maybe foam from a cola; / No matter what it is, / It triggered something inside this vessel. / Vessel, what vessel you ask?
Continue quest →I was never whole to begin with, / Pieced up fragments of the past; / Trying to hold it together, / But just end up being shattered once more. / I live a life with no problems, / Just complications; perplexed situations, / Knowing that our world is already complicated, / I still add more…
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