They grew lonely, they needed solace.
They grew tired of being divine and fearless.
All came together for once, never before through out those millenniums.
Came together, putting parts of themselves in a vessel, sent through the heavens, through out that well known tunnel. Continue reading
A little cafe small and neat,
I duck inside to find a seat.
A corner stacked high with books,
about princesses and pirate crooks. Continue reading
How do I get out of here? The great outdoors is right there in front of me. I go from one end to the next, but it appears that I can’t leave this atrocious place. People are trying to get me in any way possible, as if I am an undesirable. The force field in front of me is limiting my escape from this room. My brain can’t process this technology; it forbids me from leaving, yet I can walk on air. All of a sudden, everything blacks out, THUD! I squint my eyes one last time, and in a blur I see a person opening this “force field”, scoops me up and throws me out. As I fall to my doom, I realize that all this time, it was just a glass window, separating a fly from the outside world, to freedom.
Our legs intertwined in the beautifully
tangled mess of flesh that was us;
laying on wrinkled, white sheets. Continue reading
Loud clings of the expensive glasses held by the hands of bourgeoisie. Life is a never-ending parade of lavish events and designer threads. Materialistic laughter follows the celebratory “cheers!” of their mere existence. Like an empty vase whose dust is wiped off everyday, but remains hollow and houses no flowers. Continue reading
Every morning I get down on my knees to worship at your altar
I raise my hands, trace my fingers against you in supplication
I lean close to whisper to you, my breath fogging up your face
Please, I beg you, please lie to me today
Spin me pretty deceits, just for a moment Continue reading
I’m the alternate devil in the wrong time at the wrong place
The word “inappropriate” in the dictionary should have a picture of me with a thumbs up and a smiley face
Don’t judge me from first impressions, but hey… I like it when you call me names
He’s a mischievous, aimless, meaningless, heinous, insanous and vulgarity runs in his veins
I know I’m empty so have mercy and don’t tempt me or faze me Continue reading
Looking through this transparent glass
I can see the disgusting side to this world
I can see The Pain
The Torture Continue reading
“You are beautiful
Your bronze skin
That dark hair
and those full eyebrows.
Body shaped like an hourglass. Continue reading
I have to be honest.
I had second thoughts about seeing her today.
We didn’t exactly have the ideal goodbye.
Things were thrown.
Harsh words were exchanged. Continue reading
You think you’re tough, huh?
I can see right through you
You pretend not to care
Not to hurt
But in essence, Continue reading
I sat myself beneath the window, on the window seat. I’m going to pray, I told myself. My throat automatically clenched in resistance. I’ve got to, I said to it.
I had no right to ask God for anything, and I wouldn’t have usually, but by now I was willing to try anything. And I suspected that everything else I’d tried in the past month was an excuse to avoid trying this.
“Dear God,” I said. “I’m sorry.” Continue reading
She walked to the end of the room and placed her palm on the window. What happened last night scattered her already shattered pieces. Lifting her hand off the glass, she curled her fingers and knocked slowly on the window. So solid, she thought, so together.
If pieces of sand could come together when under pressure, why is it that humans fall apart? Continue reading
“Mommy! You’re back!” I yelled as I ran into her arms and squeezed her tightly. She had only been gone for two days but for a seven year old it felt like ages. An eternity without hugs, laughs, jokes, or trying to figure out which language she was speaking in.
“Damme beso.” she said, leaning down and kissing my forehead. Continue reading
I have an uncle who is a glass artist. When I was a kid, I never really had much appreciation for his work
but I used to love walking into his studio. This is not like any other studio I have seen. It had what I can only describe as a glass studio smell. Slightly acrid. But clean. The place always had a sense of calm. Three or four rooms. Bigger than any other studio I’ve been in, come to think of it. Electric and gas kilns. Within these – fire, intense heat. Continue reading
I remember holding my napkin just a little too tight. I leaned to the side and whispered in your ear, “Am I doing the right thing?” Giving me a sad smile, you replied with the question, “Do you?” and then you tapped your glass lightly on mine, held it up, held your glance on my eyes and sipped. I gulped, dry mouth, shaking fingers, a light pout. Continue reading
Trapped inside a glass bauble
I am numb
blurry images muddled voices
a shadowed void of nothingness Continue reading
What constitutes the word glass?
I’m not going back to secrets or scratches
I’m here to light your candles without a box of safety matches
Talking about Newton splitting light with prisms in the attic
bulletproof windshields, dreams and even a little magic Continue reading
They promised us that after death, the stage would be reset, and I would be reborn.
There would be no more suffering, no more of that that thing we had grown accustomed to: pain.
But first, they handed us a paper: Continue reading
Streams of hazy sunshine flow into the room through the cracks in the shutters of the windows. My eyes flutter, causing me to swim in a state between consciousness and fuzzy dreams. I catch a glimpse of my room, the contents of my closet were thrown madly on the floor, and my clothes were sprawled all across, almost covering every inch of it. I open my eyes again; a little more steady this time. The outlines of my clothes merge with the furniture hiding under it, giving my room the feel of a creepy dump. A wave of nausea crashes over me, but it’s not from dizziness; it’s from the stench that’s leaking into my lungs. Continue reading