My life is dystopic, My heart exists in the myopic, And I am tired from the relentless memories Perpetuating my past history that still, to this day, haunts me; Triggering a reality I didn't ask for but some how seek Out the horrifying monsters who perfectly pretend to act accordingly So I can consider myself … Continue reading What Nightmares Are Made Of
The other day I woke up to news of a deadly hate crime, A twenty-one year old white man took eight lives And he was made out to be the main headline, Every news station blasting his name instead of the eight victims; Six of whom were specifically targeted Asian women. The current hashtag trending … Continue reading “Having a Bad Day”
An ode to my last confession. I wish it never was, I never should have opened up, It has only led me to a dead end. I learned the hard way to keep my heart cold, I traped it under floor boards, Locked it in, and threw away the key. Forgotten memories are caught in … Continue reading Confession
The rain is full of ghosts tonight, Seeping through window sills, Dripping in the cracks of dreams Lost souls haunting nightmares into me. I fear the night has only just begun, The skeletons in my closet are still searching for a key Before the shadows cast a stab in the dark, I am paralyzed from … Continue reading Rain full of Ghosts
Death is a sonder melody you can only hear in the silence haunting, Death is more of a memory than a fleeting feeling in shadows hiding For death declares we are less than something but more than nothing. I believe death too must be earned by the curse of veins burning, A temple's body tearing … Continue reading Death Comes Knocking
