Poems
It Just Arrived
As soon as my shoulders began to relax into a comfortable slouch
-the instant I dropped my hypervigilance
-forgetting for that brief respite;
that you broke my heart
Notes
Dear Self, I believe in you
The mistakes I have made don’t define me; they are just part of my progress. I recognize what my goals are now. I am positive that I can make it.
Notes
Weapon of Choice
Communication is the cornerstone of expression, so what happens when someone removes all forms of communication as their weapon of choice in order to extract themselves from the corner that they deny even being in?
Shorts
Morning Routines in Hell
Not even five minutes in, my sweat started dripping. People started fanning themselves. Some even have portable electric fans to save the day. No one is fresh-looking. No one looks like they got out of the shower at 7 in the morning. Not a living soul.
Shorts
Phantasm of Reality
For him, it was like a gateway to the other dimension, the dimension of time. He’s been dreaming the same dream over and over again since he was a teenager.
Poems
On broken feet
so I will advance on broken feet and wobbly knees
just as yellow starts dancing with green.
Poems
Dam of Insecurities
The dam crumbling,
Still you continue,
Every syllable a contradiction
To what I view,
Damn it, listen.
Poems
365: Artist and Writer
I want you to engrave in this journal a little part of you.
So, within 36 days, this journal will be used,
To be the remembrance of our year together
Notes
Writing my 365
Six years of hiatus is a long, long time. I think it’s about time to take up my pen and write again.