Doldrums

I don’t write of felicity, of peace, and hope, and love. Nothing inspires me. Nothing excites me. I write of confusion, of frustration, of anger, and pain. Things hurt me. Things slip through my hand, left me in vain. I don’t write of the summer’s heat, the cool sea breeze and its therapeutic smell that … More Doldrums

si narcissi

Instantaneously she’d gone, placidly in a vacuity, or in a state of chasm. There she lurk, perturbed whenever her heart throbbed, rack Time had taught her to master it… Henceforth she’d back whose heart now iconoclast Too captious in your every act Denies her own frailty that’s how everyone would pay “it’s your fault.” She’d … More si narcissi

Phantasmagoria

It’s been a tale of her folks’ song ‘She’ll never live long’ ‘She’s predictable…’ ‘She’ll die soon.’ Not too long she created a world of her own There she lurks, happy with her own played song. There she’s a queen or heroine She fly high, free from chain Little did she knew She can never … More Phantasmagoria

she’s a paradox

she’s radical she don’t settle for mediocrity she’s complex she abhor simplicity she’s wild she’s everything extraordinary but she lives in a box walled and locked because that’s how people perceived her and she had enough she’s a paradox one ought to discover

She

She’s a lady She tints her cheeks with nice rouge. She color her hair and lips scarlet full. She dresses herself in expensive coat, and dance her feet in pairs of shoes.   She’s a lady She winks at the mirror when she sees her face flicker. She glances at the mirror to see if … More She

amour-propre

Once too proud, yet, too idle. Aloft with pride, but conceited. Singing my own song, I fly alone. I fix my own fragmented stone. I build my own fancy wall. Hey, I am strong! One day, my crown and glory was taken away from me. I was left naked. Devastated. Then reality crept in, I … More amour-propre