combustible
is the feeling
streaming inside you:
a rose rolled up
in a bloated tidal wave
amniotic, aglow

it tastes like gold and fury
like the atomic composition
of a dying star
and there is dedication there
an extraterrestrial fervor of love
which persists as tirelessly
as our dear moon circles this planet
even though it has been
pocked so many times by
unidentifiable things hurled
from the root of deep deep space,
even though it is marked
so physically and permanently
by the gravity
of its worship

you are full with it,
the rain-slicked gravel
the buds unclenched
the sonorous maskless
moment when you reached
for her
and she did not let you
go empty

your belly is aquiver
and your chest is unlatched
and god
billions of prisms could never catch
all this light

I've lived all my life acting,
Acting like I was fine.
Only pretending,
Never showing what's behind.

Then I met you, something started,
But nothing changed anyway.
I didn't want to be broken-hearted,
So I let my feelings in the doorway.

At least that's what I thought

Cause when you left me,
My world just crumbled down.
I didn't know you were the key,
The only one that count.

After a while I couldn't handle more,
I had to talk, to cry, to share.
Now I know I won't do it anymore,
After all, life's just unfair.

and acting is my shield

If I die in a war zone,
Box me up and send me home,
Put my gun on my chest,

Tell my mom, I did my best,
Tell my dad not to bow,
He will never get tension for me now,

Tell my bro to study properly,
Key of my bike will be his permanently,
Tell my sis don't be upset,

Her bro will not rise after the sunset,
Don't tell my friend, they r hearties,
And ask stars for party,
Tell my love not to cry,

Because, I am a solider and I born to die..

That night, I heard
the violin.
Between staves of
leaves,
string-encrusted frills,
I heard a violin,

not cry, not sing, but
dream.
I heard a violin dream.

Before long, after
soon,
I heard the violin.
Between shifting, fleeting,
mindful things,
I heard a violin,

fitted unmathematically
within a memory.

Believe it or not, I feel aggressively happy.
Yes?
Yes.
Yes.

Yes.

Fonding the warm touch of the light,
faces around had a smile so bright.
It was a day to have a good write,
for the whole lot seemed right.

But the fine day turned into a dreadful state;
where everyone has gone and there was no mate.
Unpleasant things happened 'til it's late.
It was clear, fright became so great.

Every thing around was howling.
Terrified, you know your faith was shaking.
Thirst for the time of surviving,
you wailed and started praying.

Millions of seconds passed.
You're still alone, feeling outcast.
Not a thing to do, but remembering the past.
Helpless, wondering, "Is this going to last?"

You shouted help, but no one came.
You were puzzling if these were all just a game.
Hopeless, you tried to curse and blame.
A heart shattered and a soul lost its flame.

All is lost in the middle of the sea.
You tried to drown yourself to be free.
The minute you fled, there's hand you see,
Reaching you out, giving a new story.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 15, 2015

i look in the mirror.
scared to see what i fear.
me.
ugly.
fat.
imperfect..
me.
i hate the way my stomach isnt flat.
my ribs dont show.
im ugly.
imperfect.
my arms have too many scars
so do my hips
and thighs.
what if they see?
will they notice?
i need to lose weight.
im fat..
imperfect..
ugly.