I took a pause and thought about the idea of depression, but I swiftly came to the conclusion that I and the idea are mutually divorced. I found inner peace long ago and I can’t seem to even remotely relate.
So I sat on my wooden mahogany desk, while resting my chin on my interlocked fingers; staring at a small statue of a stony Socrates face. It gazed back at me with its devious eyes and emitted to my mind gloomy visions of futuristic epochs. Continue reading
The teardrop diamond earrings hung from her ears and glistened in the electric light, a hundred reflections dancing on the wall. I have seen perfection, and it was not in the mirror.
Harsh words have been thrown against me like pebbles against a windshield. It is difficult to break all the way, to be in such divided pieces that others would try to repair them. But it’s so easy to crack. Continue reading
She’s seated in front of me, holding her baby. The clinic is quiet and the child is wide awake.
“He likes you.” She smiles and touches his nose. His eyes don’t blink. He is transfixed by my face, or my white-coat. You can never tell what they’re looking at at this age. Continue reading
There’s a certain type of numbness that possesses you often. You feel exhilarated. Your insides are twisting in a raging war that you have signed up for voluntarily. Yet, your surroundings.. they feel blurred. Continue reading
A kaleidoscope of shattered glass rain from the sky, falling atop one another in heaps. Sheltered by an invisible roof, I catch a pair of glowing orbs circling around me like vultures studying their prey. I step forward, daring to look closer. The orbs abruptly stop and stare, trying to calculate their next move. Continue reading
It was prophesied thousands of years ago… Perhaps dating back to creation and immortalization, even long before Genesis itself…
The telepathic subtle emblems, graffiti on narrow alleys, worded hordes of poetry, and conjugal meetings of the great elements.
The mind would thrive on the elixir falls, where it would snow in hell, and pour lump sum of rain in the Sahara. Continue reading
The water turns hotter and hotter, as I try to scrub off the tingling ghosts your fingertips left on me. The crinkles of your smiling eyes flash behind my eyelids. My fingertips ache to trace the lines of your warm smile.
I scrub harder.
Your teasing eyes.
I shake my head harder.
Red skin and scorching-hot water. Continue reading
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.” Jimi Hendrix
1969 Woodstock, New York – It wasn’t long after the midnight blaze, loud thuds of headache bangs in my ears, my eyes blurring began fixating on a patch of blonde hair on my crotch belonging to this random chick passed out and the dusty air whirling around the sunlit curtains across the room penetrates the cigarette burns of the old cloth. I find my away across the creaking wood floors carefully negotiating the sleeping bodies around, I myself still figuring out how I ended up here, where was I exactly, whose house is this and where was my other pair of shoes? Continue reading
“If you keep doing whatever it is your job requires you doing then you won’t last very long, girl.” My mother spoke on the other side of the bathroom door as I washed the blood stains off my left forearm then looked up at the mirror and addressed traumatic blows to my cheek bones, nose and lower lip. I poured some Medline into a wet towel and cleansed the rest of my wounds thoroughly. I pushed the door open and there she was still standing there with a worried look on her face, eyes glaring with horror and she held my chin pulling my face to one side and the other. Continue reading
The first time the police drove me home I was eighteen years old. I couldn’t be at home anymore, I couldn’t breathe in that unswerving state. It didn’t matter how hard I inhaled, I was gasping empty breaths. I carried around a wrinkled old brown bag everywhere with me. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without it. It was an extension to my being. The more wrinkled that bag got, the more I realized that this isn’t it for me. That’s when it all started. That’s when I realized I couldn’t live that life anymore. Continue reading
Cliffhanger Murphy had overcome all of life’s trivialities as a young boy. His father always told him there was nothing more fulfilling than reaching one’s peak. And so he sought out to conquer mountains, it was a purpose he gave to the rest of his life. The youngling used to climb into class through the window by the time he was fifteen. Continue reading
They looked at me, like I was a prize, both males as I was told by my mother. She made certain I knew what I was going to see from this agonizing world; humans. That’s what she called these species, ugly, scary, disgusting humans. Continue reading
It was the darkest hour of the night. After ensuring that everyone was fast asleep, I slipped out of the house. Slowly and cautiously, I walked out of my small neighborhood and entered the unkempt wilderness. It didn’t take me too long to reach the foot of the mountain, about half an hour. Continue reading
Now that I have bashed my keyboard to eviscerate some of the rage imbedded deep inside my tormented soul, I feel slightly at ease and in control. Continue reading
I try to cross my legs under the table without ripping my pantyhose on the cheap rough wooden texture.
The dress that i bought especially for this evening, clashes with the hideous florar patterns of the nylon covered chairs I’m sitting on. Continue reading
She’s graceful the ways she stands. Chin upwards, posture upright, fearing no one and nothing. Holding balance scales in one hand, a double edged sword in the other, Continue reading
“Another existential crisis?” he snorted.
I tug on the ropes binding my wrists as his grin widens.
He dabbles his brush between different shades on his pallet, and continues to babble on like the idiot he is Continue reading
As we ascended down the Hellmouth caves, we could hear the sounds of The Wakening. Six of us scavenged through the undying lands looking for Crota, there we encountered the deadly thralls of the Hive decent. Continue reading
My legs rush me to the familiar aluminium door, and my fingers unlock it. Unidentified molecules and particles invite themselves into my lungs as I inhale and exhale deeply. Continue reading
I sit across from you, silently ruining our afternoon, occupied with thoughts of my own destruction. My mind has always been a dark place. It’s not as if you walked in and turned off the lights. It’s just, before it didn’t matter so much. Continue reading