0 The Fool

the clouds rolled in and covered my skies, dark they have become like my sun will never rise. the winds were piercing and the rain was cold, all these were brought in by endings unforetold. now the clouds are gone and i can see all the stars against the clear evening skies, glistening like scars... Continue Reading →

cold coffee

i saw you through the glass walls of the coffee shop, your smile lighting up the entire room. i heaved a sigh as i mustered every ounce of confidence i had to cannonball into this uncharted waters. i lifted my phone, screen off, and used it as a mirror while i practiced my smile. i... Continue Reading →

feels like home

for years and years, i have met muses who sparked the flame of my slumbering poet. they made me paint through my words, dance through my prose, and sing through my poems. i have offered odes to lovers i have lost, i have sung elegies for funerals i have thrown for the pieces of my... Continue Reading →

coffee and cigarette

you are coffee: something i can live without yet a craving i can never satisfy. you fill my day and take away my weakness. you are the distant warmth that comforts me, the scent that takes away my weary, the breath of caffeine underneath my sheets and on my skin. you are the heat that... Continue Reading →

maybe . . . one more?

how do you do it? how do you easily move forward from everything we’ve been through? you’ve moved on so swiftly that a year with me seemed nothing but days of frivolities. i want to know how you do it, how make it seem so easy. i’m uncertain if this is what i see, but... Continue Reading →

your bad habits

i was your bad habits . . . the things you knew you shouldn't have been doing and yet you have done them anyway. i was the sleepless nights you've had— tiring, demanding, regretful, yet indulging. i was those episodes of binge eating— impulsive, consuming, unreasonable, yet satisfying. i was the lies you told your... Continue Reading →

The Spiranthes and the Imago

One summer afternoon, as the sun was about to set, a tiny and beautiful butterfly came flying over a meadow where the most extraordinary flowers grow. The butterfly, tired from flying, landed on a strange, beautiful flower. The flower, strange beyond compare—at least to the butterfly—has a long, erect, and spiraling stem with tubular flowers arranged... Continue Reading →

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