All of us

Sometimes we do things for people we like them to do for us like a soft signal of what we enjoy and really want them do back. Then sometimes we lose our fucking minds and do stuffs we hate happening to ourselves just because things didn't happen as we'd planned. In all of this we... Continue Reading →



I’m your best friend. I’m your worst enemy. I’m your trump card. I’m your lost bet. I’m scrambled pages. I’m smudged ink. I’m your best poem you threw in the trash. I’m the story you’ve forgotten about. I am the idea yet to be born in your head. I’m dead sea. I’m a rogue meteoroid.... Continue Reading →


I inherit deadness from dead dreams. My soul was tormented. I am a mannequin stocked with blood and bones. My reality is shaped by thunders. I don’t laugh on same joke twice. I don’t feel same pain again. My life, just like yours, had abundance. I’m a man made of blunders. I sink in the... Continue Reading →


Lift the planet on our hands, place in the center of our dreams, we can move the moon and mountains, we can change the pattern of streams. Push by the tip of our fingers, we can revolve them like the love of teens. We can do unimaginable, we can do wonders, only if we’re a... Continue Reading →

Shell of a woman

She’s nectar and a poisonous vector. She loves to kill; she kills for love. She’s offended by charming people. She’s a devil in the shell of a woman. She sees people naked for what they truly are. She wants naked, wounded souls in her arms. Touch of her tongue is like thousand tiny needles. She’s... Continue Reading →


I’ve been there. Underneath your clothes. Our bodies wrapped in our fluids, as close as could be possible in physical realm but diving even deeper into the depths of unknown spirituality like voyager 1. I’ve felt your soft places getting hard to my touch and the hardest parts softening at once. I’ve loved you over... Continue Reading →

Open Up

Strange things are happening. I feel I’m drifting toward OCD a bit more. Or is it just the repercussions of getting older? I’m trying really hard to not to be a part of social compulsions but since everyone around is so dripping in it, I cannot help but feel it is me who is odd.... Continue Reading →

speed of shamelessness

Deep in her heart the ache won’t stop. It groans. It moans. It threatens to pop. Over her head ghosts keep circling. She tries to fight despite her knees trembling. but the horror encapsulating her cannot be escaped. Underneath her skin a herd of neurons collide. They trip. They topple. They fall from all sides.... Continue Reading →

As fuck

Remember the lonely nights when we were sad and naked in our little tarnished worlds that had just one life-form– us. Chocking on cigarettes, soaking in whisky, horny and angry and audacious to burn the whole sky down but vulnerable enough to succumb even to a fake hug. We needed just a little love when... Continue Reading →


Hold breath. Let it all go. Sink. Lock lips. Don’t you dare think. It’ll take a while for rock-bottom to reach ‘tween some sharks, jellyfish ‘n leech. But when it’ll hit, You’ll see nothing shallow floats so deep. And when you’ve seen enough, Bubble it all out. Soar back up.

Everything Imaginary

You know, I have this character. I create my own dragons to fight to satisfy my hunger to prove my worth. And kill them when I’m bored. I’ve been waging wars with made-up gods as long as I remember. This place inside my head is goddamn fucked up. I hope someone would notice that. Someone... Continue Reading →


I was smitten by the way you played hard to get. I never liked anything easy. And I’m always patient like a tree. But then after few days, when you pulled me by my hand toward you abruptly, you did strum my heartstrings so bad. Maybe, my patience was getting too much to handle. Or... Continue Reading →


She’d studied art. But she hated the writer who wrote the protagonist she loved. She claimed to understand art. But she whined when life dipped that gave her much needed thrust. She herself could be an art. But she was too busy correcting her flaws that made her exclusive. She who was destined to be... Continue Reading →

This place in my head

We've had our encounters.  We've reached to the count that's almost indivisible. We've done damages to each other.  It's now irreversible.  You shout out to the world.  Curse me for being a part of your life. I guess, I won't avoid you anymore.  What if I make you invisible? We'd started off together,  around six... Continue Reading →

A lifetime is often too late

Had he told her the moment he saw her he knew she was his soulmate, she would've been scared, just like she was when he told her that he felt meeting her was a part of his destiny. Had he told her that he knew all her insecurities, lost dreams, and lifelong miseries, she would've... Continue Reading →


She was like one thick, high hitting, sentimental book with jaw-dropping twists and roller-coaster plots hidden within. That people generally would bypass for catchy, easy to understand, perhaps a light-hearted romcom.  That which needed guts to pick up, efforts to shuffle through, and courage to handle. That which when was engaged with was impossible to... Continue Reading →

You in my head

An oasis, a nemesis, there are different aspects of you in my story book. You are but not what I'd hoped. Maybe ten years down the line,  you would come close to be the one I have you in my head. The ‘you’ in my head has a complex interior. So complex that you will... Continue Reading →


Chained her heartbeat into the rhythm of the night, she ponders on her purpose of her thunderous life. A cigarette lit and a teddy wrapped in her arms, she isn't afraid to kill her imaginary king riding horse. It’s been her whole life believing in stars.  Not anymore. She is wiser to believe in any... Continue Reading →

Exchange of Benefits

I’m a welder of thoughts. You’re everything fancy. If we mix, things will go frenzy boom. Sunday morning come dressed up like Halloween. We’ll brew love in the reading room. I’ll shoot you between your heart, Got enough detonation to lift you to Moon. Kaboom! I’ll get fuel to write a few Poetry, And you’ll... Continue Reading →

Well Fed

A pretty cute doll, wrapped in ethnic attire and emotions. Wearing just a little make up and a lot of smiles. Holding hurricane inside her head, she could burst any moment. I wonder: is she well fed of love? I'm afraid if she is.

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