How often I wish to chop you up, smudge you down, wrap you in a paper towel, and smoke you like weed. Do this once, then repeat. I know the ways one rejoices pain. Extract pleasure out of misery, entertain in ways inhumane. No, I don’t need cocaine. I’m already high. I’m always high. High…
Month: February 2018
Insomniac
Lost in the beauty of the night, wild my thoughts are running cold. We’ve had pillow-fight in this room many times before. Now, someone else has held your hands, just like I was told. I would probably leave my bed waiting cold alone for I’m afraid if I fell asleep, since there is a high…
The Idea of you – III
The idea to pull you out once I’ve pushed you down to be drowned. Fill your lungs with Oxygen, then watch you dry on the ground. So, you would know a near-death experience – exactly how it feels to be in love with you. You may not know how much torment I’ve already gone through…
King of Hearts
What should I say about me. Lesser is ample. I bet on the last horse. My life-story always a gamble. I deal in codes, words and codewords. I see what’s usually not visible. I am a trump card yet to be opened. A king of hearts mostly heartbroken. I converse in verse. I deal with…
In poetry
so when you are bored by your routine, and damn ditched by endorphin. when you’re in need to recharge your batteries. come find me at the bank of my miseries. I’ll put my sting to rest awhile. I won’t bite you. we can plug each other to the cosmic ripple, and let the interstellar magic…