Her words cut me like the hands of a doctor’s replacing a broken heart
Ungrateful she called me, I stifled my laugh
The self proclaimed altruist with a heart of gold
The self proclaimed altruist that pressed her foot to the larynx of my throat
To stop me, perhaps, at least that’s what I tell myself
To cease the truth that would pour from my mouth,
for then the world would know you are not your deeds
But your deeds are who you wish you could be
But you can’t,
because I saw the gleam in your eyes and the spite in your smile as you beat me and told me not to speak lies
I hope one day the appraisal you crave from people you hate will wither up and fall away
I hope one day the world will see you as I see you,
a nerium oleander tipping its face to the light, though fallen from grace
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Must you be so cruel?
You, who had once regarded me the fairest among all shrubs amongst all flowers
Do you not recall the nights we’d bathe in moonlight, nights on which you would whisper sweet nothings into my ears?
Night on which you would interlock our fingers and kiss down my collar
Nights on which you’d slip your hands between my thighs, nights of which I still haven’t recovered
Do you recall how dearly you would hold me and tell me you see no future for yourself, none of which you’d like if I am not there?
You must surely remember that night on which you had touched me tenderly, your lover, and sunk into my depths
Surely, you remember
You must remember…considering it was the very morning after when you left
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
A being no man has seen commands my brethren
I observe the flock with caution
I spew heresy, the Holy Trinity interferes none
Lo, I fathom thee well,
My soul, neither steadfast nor dismayed
A ******
A parent without their child
You sit high in the heavens, idle
Be it a man perform your role, it is preached he be ******
Omnipresent you are
Then you must watch all rapes
You must see your children suffering and go about your day
And those whom would forsake us, go on to violate
You offer them forgiveness in exchange for mending the error in their ways
The victims, soothe in hate
Where is their justice?
Is this how you reward their faith?
You, the Lord, their God is jealous, envious
Sin overflows from your cup
When others do not conform to your divine values, you send forth your judgement in monstrous waves, wrathful
Sin overflows from your bowl
Send forth you plagues when your will is disobeyed, your pride unbecoming
Supreme
Above us
My laughter hath no end
You’re just like us
Flawed, human.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
rays of sun stabbed my skin like a thousand knives, setting it ablaze
a burning.
before me stood a shadow in the distance, looming.
all threatening.
beside me rested the sea, outstretched into a thin line
vast, shimmering.
its waves settling into fraught at my feet
i approached the green paradise at the end of the mirage
the figure transforming with each step
an Arab.
the sand was hot beneath my feet when the man had reached into his jacket
from it, a ray of light beneath the horizon,
its dissipating clouds
from my jacket, hard cold metal, to his chest—lead bullets
as he bled, I wiped the sweat from my forehead
pounding was the heat atop my head
when I shot him four times again.
ib: ‘The Stranger’ Albert Camus 1942
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
If all babies are innocent, killer in the womb or not, then we are all guaranteed heaven and its supreme divinity
Why not **** one at birth and transcend one to a place of eternal happiness instantaneously?
Why succumb to living a life where you are bound to commit a plethora of sins?
The Christians pray for long and eternal life
But the longer the life, the longer the pending doom
Why pass on the happiness of this life in hope of the next, then fear the death guaranteed when you took your first breath?
It’s absurd
You must live this life to the fullest,
For your happiness no matter how subtle or grand, can turn to ashes in your mouth quicker than a man condemned can turn to religion and God
For like the people of 1940 Oran,
Disaster will not yield to normalcy nor wait on one’s acceptance of it
It is random, to fight best against and outlast it, one must be happy now.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC