I creak up these outside stairs to my apartment after an all-night drunk, cheap Tesco's Windsor Castle London Dry Gin—on the rocks.
Something happened. Her thoughts collapsed like the switching off of a hologram projector. Claudia stepped out of character. No, it was she, who wanted to be the girl in the Baker’s arms. But not in the present, at a different time.
The world is full of fact and fiction even in antiquity which have been publicly documented, from claims to victory, assassination plots, to religious distortions, and artistic excellence, to name a few.
Most poems are pounded out in emotional flesh, sometimes physical skin scalped feelings.
Ikaw sintay aking iniibig Sa bawat lambing dalang kilig Gustong umawit kahit mali ang tono Kahulugan sateng mga oo Mahal sakin ikaw ay sapat
My life began with a skeleton with a smile and bubbling eyes in my garden of dandelions.
My neglected grave and tombstone engravings only know life in the forms of moss and vines, insects with more fleeting lifespans than mine was.
I don't need a philosopher's mind, I always wish that part of me had already died. The charm that captures the most attention, Farthest from mine, by deficit of a million.