You cut the glass
before which I stand
Looking at the world
And it looks back
You cut the scene,
Director's interception
And within their claps,
we lost our friendship
My cut is small
You think it gratifies
my scripted wishes,
Dare to catch my eye?
They cut quite sharp,
trust into betryal
You called for friends,
but to no avail
Let's cut things short
How are you not,
I gained the world
when you got lost
●●●
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
It lingers in the air,
The one scent I avoided.
It was no active choice,
But I knew the second
the memory hit.
I heared them describe,
Creating a memory scent.
But little did I know,
That the new bottle
would stand awaste.
A bottle the color I love,
I'd love to never smell again.
As it waivers my facade,
With the trip it took me
down memory lane.
It's tricky if you ask,
Embracing a new perfume.
If you never know
the unforeseen memories
it would assume.
•••
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
The word cycle comes from how things revolve around,
Hearing the echo trace the edges of a sound,
As it circles and rotates, then finally rebounds,
Shifting the uncertainty into an assurance that hounds.
I am a half chewed apple you can trace back to a tree,
A three-way split mirror with 3 broken versions of me,
A silence you can familiarize with an epiphany,
That what's inevitable has no other ending than to be.
Circumference, border, assigned seating.. are all just names,
The ink ran out when I tried to curve the sphere I became,
No matter where we run the beginning has us trained
To sniff every pattern, till the cycle is ingrained.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Do you mirror the person
you resent
by time?
The ****** in your head
getting both your
shoes intertwined.
That you become them,
the more you
rationalize.
...
I lost parts of me,
the more pieces
of you I gained.
I learnt to hate myself,
your thought process
had me well-trained.
I am the eager intern,
you are but my
narcissistic boss.
When the promotion hit me,
I socialized, with
the intent of loss.
I gathered people, the way
you gathered my
awe-eyed interest.
I left them mid conversation,
like they were
uninvited guests.
My certificate of achievement
said, I learnt
from the best.
...
Do you mirror the people
your resent
by time?
The ****** in your head
getting both your
shoes intertwined.
Is that why my hand
is bleeding,
shards ashine?
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC
I'm a square trying to fit inside a circle
All my sides are bruised,
My story is now a rip off,
Cause my original one didn't fit the mold's strangle.
I remember when I was just a small circle,
Falling through vessels,
Gushed at by my inner circle,
When I adapted with the world I grew right angles.
Back to square one, I iced all my bruises,
When one almost healed,
I Found my old self,
today's leftovers, and me in a love triangle.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 1:43 PM UTC
In the depth of winter,
the splash of cars,
Mud collecting
in the leg of my favorite jeans,
I wrap my jacket
around me tighter,
And the let it hug
my frozen torso and fraying dreams.
Starry night playing
on each of my eyelids,
A whimsical fantasy
unlike the fog in my skies,
Oh how predictable
the end of the road,
Yet scary the ruffle
of the morning after each night.
And I can't help
but radiate this coldness,
That stirs the passerbys away
as they shoulder past,
Ice continues to collect
under my fingernails
Who'd wanna shake hands
with those glacial hands?
I plead with the rainman
residing in my head,
And write to the clouds
leaking inside my eyes,
We can't keep warning
people of our weather,
Whenever they set foot
near our arctic pride.
With a sigh, I curl
one hand over the other,
Letting them
lone companies hang,
For most people winter
lasts four months,
But for me, I never knew
where it ended and I began.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
How do you feel things lightly?
How do you let them pass
To separate all the layers
To let a full breath last?
Cause there are no peripheries,
No borderline were we separate,
I'm smothered by this weather
And I'm so entangled in its fate.
I tried to tread lightly,
To pull up a glass screen,
But when I close my eyes
My mind can't unsee what it has seen.
The more I try to run to the shallows,
The more selfish that I feel,
A traitor fleeing from the huddle
Where all the wounded kneel.
Hands moving in accordance,
Words uttered with no meaning,
A mismatched figure trying
To make her condolences more appealing.
In this bed of water I lay wondering
where the leaks are coming from,
But does it matter, now that the currents
have made it past my wavering front?
So how do you feel things lightly,
How do you let them pass?
To allow for you to address
Your own crumbling castle of sand.
●●●
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
With uncareful watch of the hours,
The night spreads like threads unlinked,
Drawing a comparison about what’s more frightening,
The stillness or the sudden shift.
Laying in a still motion picture,
A million frames of the same fear,
A tailored Bermuda triangle where
Life stops but the arms of every clock disappear.
And you’re left stranded,
With the anticipation of every wrong scenario,
So for today you’ll munch on anxiety for dinner,
‘Cause the face of every tomorrow scares you.
Oh how little you can do in those early AMs,
When both of your hands are cuffed to your insecurities,
And the night is there like a watch guard,
Standing between your panic prison and clarity.
And when desperation comes to join you,
It tells you tales of a monster that preys on time
“Never sleep.” It warns. “It’ll take you to those intimidating mornings,
It will leave you without a dime.”
When all of those night friendly emotions gather,
And drench your gut in their cold foreboding,
You, too, become a silent watcher, dissociated from your body,
Awake, asleep, floating.
Your mind says goodnight with finality,
Not willing to futher succumb to the night,
In the morning you’ll find you some superglue,
To hold together your broken promise to always take your side.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
- Hello, The Inspiration Agency?
= Yes, Ma'am. That's correct.
- I have a complaint, sir.
= Do tell. Anything we need to inspect?
- Oh yes sir, the material you're sending is too complex!
= Would you like a refund?
- Oh no! You said I should write with no regrets!
= Then I don't understand...
- I would prefer a lighter tune, something happy or simple.
= Oh but we're running out of those, would you like some romance?
- No please, none of that, I'd rather write about Rick turning himself into a pickle...
= But those would get you the biggest fans!
- Couldn't care less...
= Well I'm afraid there's nothing here we can do...
- You could fulfill my requests!
= Careful, ma'am! We could only send your orders once in a blue moon!
- No ... no, sir! Please hang on!
= You're overusing our customer service hot line.
- But everything is going wrong!
= I'm sure your writing is just fine...
- But it's not! It's too depressing, even I don't get it!
= Miss, I'm about to hang up.
- Then I don't want your service anymore! Not. One. Bit.
= You sure about that? Okay, our services will officially stop.
- Sir, no! That was out of line...
- Sir?
- Sir! NO!
...
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
The week goes by,
Your attitude
the ***** laundry
I get to go home with,
I open the washing mashing
The drain
inside my mind
And for a second I wonder,
And the thought coils
and spirals,
Rotates with the wheels
of my mind’s washing machine
Would the stains you left –
From your lipophilic words
Adhering to the seems of my skin
… ever be washed out?
Or will this thin cloth –
Thinned by my tendency to forgive –
Not see better days?
That it’s only a matter of time,
Before it’s time to recycle it,
Hop onto this cycle
And give you back
the attitude
You ever so generously spilled,
I don’t recall a bigger dilemma
That kept me awake
even on mondays
When all the laundry was fresh,
Than this one.
Do I become you
to you,
Or do I show you how
to be me
to me.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 7:57 PM UTC