July 2011
2 posts
Tease
You look magnificent, standing tall in front of me. Simply, beautiful. I’m scared to touch you, risking to ruin your perfectly constructed appearance. You’re just like a solved puzzle: every part of you perfectly related to the next. You make sense as a whole, yet all your individual parts are absolutely essential. Your tallness – that’s your defining trait. No one will ever be as tall as you....
The Crack - a thought-flow
The other day, I gave some change to a homeless person, and then I met Jesus. After thanking the poor woman (indeed, I was the one to thank her) – I met the ultimate prophet. “We are all in peril,” he announced on the subway. “I am the new Jesus!” he proceeded. Couldn’t the two events be correlated? An act of selflessness, rapidly followed by the idea of ultimate salvation? In a city as...
October 2010
1 post
Stranded - A Work of Pure Fiction
It’s an over-empowering feeling – it starts from your chest. It hurts more after every single heartbeat. You feel heavy, and full. Full of potential, and desires, and wishes, and hopes. You can’t handle it. Your head intrudes, attempting to make logical sense of the situation. But it’s all too strong, and the feeling slowly creeps up on your arms and for just one second, one moment, you feel your...
September 2010
3 posts
In Perspective
I want to be famous So I can be humble About being famous
What good is my humility When I’m stuck In this obscurity?
- David Budbill
Recognition. That’s what it all comes down to. I want to be fuckin known for something. Fuck those who tell you to fight so that you could be proud of yourself. Fuck those who attempt to caress a bruised soul by pointing out to the importance of...
When You Smile
“When you smile, I smile,” He told her.
Seriously, why the hell hadn’t they kissed yet? And She wasn’t thinking of a spin-the-bottle kiss, not even a passionate cheek-kiss (you know, one of those that come with a bear hug, lavishly turning a friendly gesture into something not-quite romantic yet). She wanted the real deal, the kiss that comes with sexual arousal, where you have to...
Quiet Crisis
I’ve been hopelessly hopeful, but I’m now hopeless enough.
For twenty-one damn years, I’ve been attempting to fulfill this ideal of me. This somehow stereotyped hope of what I would be. I have always been the sibling with talent, with the intelligence that others so ardently desired. But, guess what? NOTHING HAS BEEN FUFILLED. I am here alone in all aspects of life.
With no...
August 2010
1 post
Unwelcome
His heart said to mine, “Welcome inside! It’s empty here, you can take up all the space you need!” Both hearts were a little rusty, but kisses and looks worked wonders. The rustiness slowly faded away.
It’s been one year, two kisses, and innumerable glances later – and I’m alone.
“We have to take this slow,” you said. “Very slow,” I replied. But, as your cousin told you, there’s a difference...