Writing for a purpose, specially one that’s for a long term, can be so difficult to provide an impetus to. I’ve been so frustrated and annoyed at myself for the past few months. I was in a similar position at the beginning of the previous year, but it was for all the different reasons. And […]
Tag: surrealism
of independence & french fries
i grew up as independent as the roof on my head, but i still needed the walls to float i sometimes feel like the plants sittingoutside my window, just observing my life maybe this is just an astral lie or maybe im a stray dog looking for a shed to sleep under im a window […]
Of Women & Moonlight
A land that pushes women to the stature of a Goddess Is also adept at pulling them down when necessary This reminds me of necessities that arise out of despai A colony of ants climb the hills that reek of sweet sanity Between my knees are bruises that never healed Between my palms are lines […]
The Scream of a Deaf Girl (Short Story)
The wind never talked to me but she used to always tickle my stomach while I’d laugh like a maniac when I was a little kid. Sure, I had never heard her but she was my best friend. I think we both understood each other way better than most people would. They never heard me […]
Skin
Your skin tastes like mumbling blue berries trapped inside sea shells, skies falling upon your collarbones Did you really believe that the weight of this world could shatter you? You carry butterflies inside your stomach You love like tomorrow is but a fable Tell me, do you not shudder when you think of the end? […]
Far Away
Grey furniture in a room full of colorful walls Black being the most significant constant I look at the skies like a naked painting organizing itself by evening, With the last stroke of the sunlight I watch my sins flutter upon valleys with foreign names My body parts morph into my mind I am my […]
A Sigh of Freedom
The distance is a mist eddying upon my thighs She plays the lyre that resembles eternity Grapes have been growing around my wrists My feet taste like oranges swallowed by the steps they take The portrait of a holy tomb stares at me I feel my shoulders turn into minarets My stomach morphs into a […]
Weakening
Teal skies peeling off their skin Their mouth is dripping with diamonds They smell like paradise under the yellow sun The chair is paper, it crumbles beneath my weight My hair tastes of wood Orange juice splattered across the counter A broken hand caressing the flower vase The floor is water and I slip I […]
