Poem

He wakes up in the morningAs usualThe birds chirp to welcome the dayMore birds, fewer birdsDoes not matterHis feet touch the floorCold or hotStill the sameHe looks at the mirrorBrushes his teethThe foam occupies and being spat outLike things start and endTaking a showerHoping to refreshNothing works outHe goes back to his roomGetting dressed and […]

The white floor was splattered with bloodIn that corner there stood a watching observerLights in three colors appeared and wanderedSoon they quickly faded and the atmosphere became colorlessThe red was covered in thousands of layersMaking the red almost unperceivableThe observer allowed it all to happenBecause the feeling is too painful to handleIt sometimes cripples the

It is without us and within usPervading the universe but not contained like a caged birdIt sits here and there with no before and afterAs it is not bound by numbers on the circleIt is lost when it is utteredEven the first syllable is only its frontierIt is something when perceivedBut the perceived is not

It remains a puzzle as to where they came fromSome claim to know the answer while others are baffled as usualEach with their own story waiting to be toldUnlike fairy tales their stories are full of bright sides and evilsIs it not what makes them so ordinarily special?Blinded by shadows they can’t seem to know

Covered in white wraps without an inch of skin exposed to the airSo that every feeling of insecurity can be kept intactWith a fresh pair of eyes glowing like two moons gathering at one placeSo that people won’t notice the tired and soulless faceA crescent-like blade is being put on his chestIt represents not only

An hour ago, I went to a funeral of a relative of mine. I remember so vividly how selfless he was when taking care of my grandfather and the time he brought him to the hospital. I also remember how we used to have lunch together right after my grandfather’s hospital appointment. My grandfather passed

Life is never as round as I thoughtIt’s got edges at every end that gives you inexorable heartbreaksNever have I ever been so clueless as to where I was headedWhat is left is only courage that keeps telling me to never break into piecesWhile living I tell myself that I got to hold on to