Locked Away (3/4)

He sat there sipping some Glenfiddich 26. It was normal for him to start drinking towards the end of his nights at work before driving home to his wife and daughter in Pasadena. It wasn't a very pleasant day. Searching for some sort of hole in the discovery. How was he supposed to get this … Continue reading Locked Away (3/4)

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ID Aim

Aimed Identification Pivoting in despair Inconsistent breaths Capillary catacombs Another sludge bath beneath Sniping himself Oasis’ perpetual illusion As worlds are obliterated Nuked Consciousness Misconstrued capacity Waiting for the scope The rusty guillotine Remains frozen Trigger clutched Image taken from Google Images

Conversation with Myself Part 5– Can I love myself?

**To my close followers, you know who you are, this is really long, but I hope you end up reading, not skimming, but reading this.** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJFvItrmoDY **Names in *..* have been changed to protect people's privacies.** Sherif: I genuinely hate everything about life right now. I am so fucking depressed!! Pharaoh: Why is that? It … Continue reading Conversation with Myself Part 5– Can I love myself?

Encumbered

Flopping about  In the sarcophagus  A fish out of breath  Unable to conceive  How fragments shatter Divided Like fornicating cells   In the futile fortress  Blankets wrapped tight  Yet susceptible  To the phalanx  Of Cobras Biting  At my heart  Restless, Encumbered sleep Through toxicity  Of your ripe mangoes  Those silky spread pillars  In the air  … Continue reading Encumbered

Exile

Neck firm in place Waiting in hell for heaven Guillotine above No knocks on wood Not yet, Granted permission Squirming in space Laps around the maze Seemingly suffocating Gasping for air Far from the center Nowhere always arrived An ungraspable identity clasped At each destination strung Rung after rung Sliding down endlessly Fictional or manifested … Continue reading Exile

Regret

Accustomed to perpetual deja vu The room dark and her cheeks always blue  Cauldron boiling as resentment ensues Managing to remain unchanged in view  Runways on the ceiling covered by dark  Sunken and sulking missing the mark  Only an instant-- a flicker-- a spark Eyes closed, opened eye to silence her bark Fangs puncturing the … Continue reading Regret

No Longer

Trampled, broken, bruised Stuck between white and black hues Attempting to muse Asynchronous flow  Feebly swirling the undertow  Drowning in sorrow  Hypothermia Shivering to convulsions  Seizures inside sew  Seems seamless and fine Scars and gashes but no sign  No longer aligned Image taken from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/574701602418505385/

13 Reasons Why– There Is A Happy Ending

Last Sunday before I went to Kata Beach, I watched the first episode of 13 Reasons Why. It immediately made me depressed and to reminisce on high school, which was the beginning seven or eight years of battling through depression, four suicide attempts, and what I now come to real-eyes as the journey through myself. I've … Continue reading 13 Reasons Why– There Is A Happy Ending