our identities & modern disparities

lovers fled to the mystic fields of indifference, and I, half-alive, mostly asleep tried to acknowledge the significance of my own existence despite the well’s water rising due to tears softly seeping, I aimed to ally the Solution, and not aid and abet the resistance: this parasitic fascination to superfluous smiles while the soul’s weeping …

God-Forsaken Immortality

And so, I wrote until the sun kissed my face, And the birds screamed sunrise melodies; As the people in their homes slept the morning hours away Until their dreams were only sweet memories.   Then they awake to their 9-5 job, As I am harrowingly writing on Some abandoned rooftop Smoking the last drag …

What I Seem To Be

I wrote this piece on scratch paper at a rehab facility in a state I had never been to before. I was surrounded by people who cared, yet, I seemed not to care for myself. I then turned inward and tried to piece together my identity -- it all came out as pictures in my head which I transcribed into words as to what I seem to be. This is the mind speaking to the soul.

Those Alive Don’t Understand

I am so grateful for writing; I truly, truly believe it has kept me alive this long – without it my life would be utterly meaningless. It provides the spark…the fire present in my flashing eyes, rejuvenating and filling the over-encumbered yet empty spaces in my heart, mind, and soul. I am nothing but an …