Was it love if she had to kneel down to kiss your pride?
We were the salt rubbed on our foreheads while swimming in the ocean of ache that haunted love.
Nature has been following chaos while man still preaches their children of order.
What if all of our broken bones be used to compose a symphony that we shall play on triumph of humanity?
Note: These words will neither be able to give colors to your suffering like the painters nor be able to recite you a melody to help you tame your demons. These are nothing but cold strings meant for strangling yourself on a nasty Sunday morning till you realize now is the time to wake back [...]
Disclaimer This piece will never become deep enough for you, it will neither be warm nor comforting even in your happiest of the days. Do not drown here Darlene but float on its surface and swim further away this time. There are no additional dimensions of beauty hidden here but some simple plain words jotted [...]
"I will never write you all headstones when you die", I yell trying to scrape off stains of your memories from the ruined floor of my heart where once stood walls with our photo frame nailed on it. All those nights of flogging and making me beg for every next breath that was [...]
I must now tell you a lore of an ancient light, Written not in words that would wound back of your mind, But jotted in between my revelations, Of timelessness in this life, For the stage is set and in this ache, all of my heaviness lies, He the one who was not a lie, [...]
Give me hours full of patience to stare at the wild, you carry in your eyes. Howl for me and these lungs will forget the curbs and fill themselves. Then, you shall see me scuttling back to you if you would have still chosen to stay for me. Give me heartbeats drenched in love and [...]
While I rape this town red tonight would you wish that your soul could swim in virgin's blood again, just once? Would you ever be brave enough to confess that I filled courage in what used to be called my heart (which now is just something left perforated from all the exit wounds I left [...]