It was only the first night I met you, and I knew
I could get lost in the way the moonlight reflected in your eyes.
But it was nothing compared to your heart,
Your heart and the way it beat in rhythm with mine.

And so that night, and every night,
I did get lost in the way the moonlight reflected in your eyes
But it was nothing compared to the way I saw myself,
When I saw myself reflected in your eyes

And now I will never forget that day,
The day that took a piece of me forever.
Now exists a darkness so deep,
The darkness is threatening to swallow me whole.

And now today, and every day,
I miss seeing the way the moonlight reflects in your eyes,
I miss feeling the synchronized beat of your heart with mine,
And most deeply, I miss the unity of our souls when our eyes met.

apathy
sometimes
i can't bring myself to care
how you feel
because i don't
sometimes i just like watching
extreme emotions
does that make me a sadist?
i go through periods of extreme emotion
and periods of no feeling at all
often times it just depends on
the time of the month
but mostly i feel nothing
and sometimes that's terrible
it's never effective when it's convenient for me
it comes and goes
at it's will
apathy
sometimes i beg
just to feel something at all
void
and then the littlest of emotions
seems extreme
sometimes
i argue with you
even though i don't care
because i know anybody else would be angry
maybe i'm ******* up
misophonia
the sound of chewing
or breathing loud
brings out
spurts of emotion
cringe
glare
angry
but usually
there's nothing
so when i do feel
it's overwhelming
crying is a big deal
sometimes i can make myself
cry
sometimes i pretend to feel
apathy
but only when i'm actually thinking
mindlessly reading
or watching a movie
emotions on the page
or on the screen
i can suddenly feel again

End of Drama

Mom
It’s elder sister’s sobbing voice
The face was swollen and reddish
It made me sad
What’s that speech
What will happen to you
When we die
In near future
To where you run away
Tell the truth
Dad seemed annoyed
He beat her
For the first time
Sister started moaning
I can’t wake up early
To prepare his lunch
She muttered
Dad smiled
With a sarcastic look
I saw him phoning
To someone
I’ll have my lunch from outside
I saw her husband
Stroking her head gently
The situation changed
Laughing and happiness
We all looked at the couple
Leaving home together
Embracing each other
Like a newly married couple
Sunil Algama November 15, 2013

Hey big brother, I want you to know
that every morning I wake up and think of you.
I wake up and think of how I'd hurt you if I go.

Hey big brother, I need you to say
that everything will be alright,
and that you need me to stay.

Hey big brother, I know sometimes you're sad.
Just remember I'll always be here for you
if things get really bad.

Hey big brother, I just need to say
that if you ever leave me,
I'll miss you every day.

Hey big brother, I need you to know
that I love you more than anything.

Please, don't ever go.

I wanted to **** time with you until my head spun around and around with dizziness that you make me feel.
But by the end of the night we sat awkward and drunk counting the minutes till sunrise when I could sober myself up to drive home...
You said you no longer wanted to be alive.
I told you you were just drunk and I loved you.
You yelled at me from across the table asking so many questions I couldn't answer and I just cried.
Because I loved you so much... And I wish I could give you a mirror to show you how I enamored every single piece of you.
And I would write you letters every day telling you how amazing you are in every way.
I would kiss you every hour, every second of the day if it would bring you out of this funk.
Instead we sat at your dining room table staring at each other with sadness and fear... Drunk and reminiscing the better days... Eating Mac n cheese...
I will love you till the day I die and beyond.. As pathetic as it may seem.

This girl is no apex predator.
My glass is always at midpoint.
Yet I could literally drown myself in self pity.
And I'm about up to my hips in disdain.
Six feet deep in a predetermined hole
leaves a rare species with few options to begin with
even fewer still.
I suppose I could get used to the mud,
except there's a learning curve.
It's difficult to wade through the ground
when you've been treading neck deep through the water
throughout the entire duration of your lowly existence.
They keep telling me evolution is always inevitable.

Pillage and plunder your way
through the villages of my skin.
Each hill, each valley,
every curve, every crescent of land,
fertile and bare,
is yours for the taking.
What defines a conqueror?
You must be brave enough to take it.