Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.

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D I V I D E

The gap between my teeth widens I’m six years of carelessness and a body clothed in flesh My flesh is skin and a human anatomy I’m yet to understand My flesh is carrot juice and French fries My flesh is a subtraction of the numerical, perhaps the only confusion in my life My flesh is

SLIVERS OF THE MOON

  Last night when I went to sleep God spoke to me He said the moon is a gift For me to seek light Even in the face of darkness I said to him, But that’s the problem Darkness has no face It just is And it spreads Without my consent He asked me to

My Umbrella

A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.