Lethargy

A spoonful of eternity in my coffee and a pinch of chocolate, that’s all I need this morning. All the time in the world is never enough to do the things I want to. “why?” I ask myself. I know the answer, I don’t know what I want. There are emotions littered on my bed…

Good morning.

My eye is on fire; there’s soap in it. I run into the wall trying to get that bristle stuck in between my teeth. I should change my brush. My toe hurts, I hit it against the bucket. What a morning, eh!? The door hits my knee as I open it and I slip while…

Good morning.

Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle… ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?!…

Where to?

Except for those street dogs in the suburb, loneliness loomed on this usually busy road. A few bikes went past me as I drove slow, soaking in the sunlight. It could’ve been a good day; everyday can be a good day, if only you could do something about it. On the left stood a bus,…

My worst enemy.

Through the narrow paths and lousy traffic, I raced my way to work. Amidst all that chaos and people giving wrong path indicators, music is my saving grace. The ride to work is always an adventure; rude people, potholes, broken roads, heavy traffic, people coming at you, taking the wrong side, man! It is one…

“broken”fast.

“Too much water.” I thought and ran back inside, emptied half of the bowl and walked outside. “The flame should be thin.” Had to rush inside again. It took ten minutes to figure out how thin it must be. “Make sure to use some oil so that they don’t stick.” Mom yelled from the other…

Bottom.

“How worse can you be?” She asked “When I hit rock bottom, I try to dig deeper.”

Sunday

Loving her was like waking up early on a Sunday morning; you have nothing to do but stroll about until something comes up. You regret being awake, you’re irritated because you can’t go back to sleep.

How does it feel?

How does it feel to have the same routine everyday? You wake up, go out, come back home and repeat the same until you lost track of the last time you were happy with yourself? You have a phone but no one calls, there’s internet but no one texts, there’s YouTube and you watch either…

US

I searched for you In the bleak lighted evenings You found me on bright mornings We share the same fears You tasted the salt in my tears Hand in hand, we ran from the world Stuck together in warm and cold You read my silence I hear your mind Hear our hearts beat? They’re synchronized…

Changes.

You know what’s worse? Silence when I need a voice Lonliness when I dread silence How do I make things better? By listening to myself And loving my own presence There’s this lesson I’ve learned the hard way: If you don’t love yourself, nobody else will. All these days, I valued myself based on how…

Writing practice/Morning motivation

Howling, he stood On the boulder The world shook Everytime he cried, harder Thick was his hide And pelage That moved like fire Time has come, Vengeance, his desire Nothing seemed to stop him Not even the world entire Clouds conquered the skies His path, a wild fire Leaving the pack behind, It’s death, he…

Mornings like these.

My head aches from all that vodka induced whirry sensation yet my heart desires more. Enough is enough says my mind but something inside me says, “Go on.” I hear people talking to me, I know I’m responding but what the hell am I even saying? One thing’s for sure, secrets are being revealed, ‘cuz…

Morning motivation again!!

I open my eyes, Today To new horizons A whole new world Learning to remember Remembering to ignore To change what I see For What I see Defines me