Under Night Lights

I swear there was some thing in the back of your eyes, as bright lights colored your face. I swear you understood something, trying to keep your thoughts and the steering steady. when I yelled holding back the tears so you could hear me, desperately trying to get through, trying to lock it in memory.
And yet I knew that wasn’t going to happen. knew you would push it out, disturbed by the thoughts I had planted. That wasn’t my intention, in case you were wondering.
I don’t know what I was thinking I was just tired, let my words get best of me. Tried to let myself go while walking on a ledge, desperate looking for the help I knew you could not provide.


You are

You are pins and needles
You are pointless rhymes

You are rocky mountains
and unknown times

You are broken piece
glued the wrong way

And yet,
you are deeply loved

My love

My love,
she is made of harp strings and melodies.
My love,
her thoughts are all but known.
My love,
she’s got courage of her own.
My love,
her voice in my ear.
My love.
Please don’t disappear,
my love.
Glimmer and shine,
my love.
Live and die,
my love.
Know you place,
my love.
Don’t escape,
my love.
Show me mercy,
my love.
Show me grace,
my love.
In a heartbeat,
my love.
We shall meet,
my love.


She walked in, no longer in surprise at the body that lay on the floor. Her eyes glazed over the tiny bruises on his face and blackening around the eye. It no longer concerned her, she told herself. The stench of alcohol and vomit had already started to fill the room. She came closer, kneeling next to the now gentle body. Looking closely at the face she once loved, once called home. A plethora of memories hit her hard, but she didn’t have space for them. Her heart was too busy contemplating the actions she was yet to take. Over the past few years she seemed to have lost her sense of right and wrong. Everything had become a dull grey.

What Best Friends are for

Mike, can you do me a favour

Not again, I already told you I was busy tonight and anyways you said you would limit to one per week

Aww come on Mikey that’s what best friends are for

Damn you, fine but last time this week ok

Yeah yeah


Ok yeah. Come I go get the shovel

Say that you promise

Yeah I promise, now hurry up I want to get there before sundown

Kaya say the whole sentence and at least pretend you mean it

Fine damnit, I promise to limit my killings to once a week

A dream

How does one write about the emptiness, a purposeless living? How does one write about oblivion, ignoring existence? On a quest to feel nothing and yet dream so much.

And in my dreams these walls don’t hold me, keep me safe from myself. In my dreams my body is free and my soul open. For in my dreams I love. I live. I smile on the inside. For in my dreams I have purpose, I have someone. Someone I don’t fear to love, someone I know I deserve of. Open arms and full of bliss. For I wish to feel. Happiness. Sadness. Joy. Love. To let the tears flow and wash away the pain. But alas ’tis just a dream. Just another distraction to occupy my mind. To stop it from reliving the memories or any form of emotions. Just another illusion. A form of self defense.