The Open Grave- A Poem

You are beauteous as a dayThe sun ascends to promulgateThat you live another, revelry, hey!Never feel ever- a lesser state. I, in lieu, am somber as fallThe sun adjudges to set on meHow I contrived the wedding haulThe fated in seal dawdles to be seen. You fell for the flawed and the marred in oneDeep

Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Day to Recoil

Tiring anybody out is literally the last thing I wanna impose upon people. My writings on this blog may seem to be a little repetitive; sometimes overdone on the subject of depression or mental health. But that’s because I can’t seem to get around the issue myself. I write on my feelings at the time

Double Dreams

People have been known to lead double lives with double faces. I want to live double-dreams. I want an alternative, an impossibility. I want myself an escape. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? We all want the alternative. We all want the every other thing we missed. We don’t like imperfections. We are getters and

Home for the Hopeless

Not everyone’s gonna listen to you. And that’s just a mere factual statement. People are unpredictable. They are not entitled to listen to you at all. They don’t have to. They don’t need to. Ranting about your problems thus don’t hold much of the values in their books. But it’s a tragedy that I feel

My First Rejection

Rejections are always sad. Quantifying your love for anyone never amounts to anything productive in relationships. Sounds like a lame attempt at justifying your strict ego and then defending it for life. You have cheesy remarks and attributes to throw at your history book but deep inside, there’s always this hollow feeling you’ll never stop