It’s me.

I look at the door and wait for a knock. I hear nothing. I look at the window and the light that falls through, but it’s still dark. I let a squeal out, like a rat. Is anybody there?I hear a knock on the wall. It’s my elbow.I am there.

Worth.

If I had money, I’d name a star after you. It’s relatively cheap, I know. I’d do it. If I had the money. I’m a poor lad, you see. Now I name every fucking star yours. I am crazy not dumb. Rich men name the stars but poor men own the skies. Fuck yeah.

Faith

I walk on water with a candle in my hand. The candle doesn’t light my path, neither does it give me warmth. It’s a dark, dark world. The sweeping winds try to smother the littlest light I’ve got but we hold on. I walk towards the horizon; they say it’s where the world ends. Night…

I gotta stop.

Blood exuded from cuticles. It crawled down my fingers, reaching the palm; I close my fist tighter to bleed more, pressing harder. A sharp pain surges into my brain, I’m conscious and vain. It tastes sour, this blood of mine; I hear the rain and it’s half past nine. Dinner is served.

Listen.

Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will…

I get by.

I raised my hand at the sky and closed my fist, pretending to catch the stars. Foolish as it my sound, a weird sense of beatitude crept into my soul, lighting up my insides. A peculiar warmth emboldens the adolescent heart caged inside my dejected adulthood. The unscrupulous skies have a magical way of inspiring…

Do you hear me?

I sat on that old rock and spoke to the moon; There were stories to tell, ballads to sing, he was there, quietly listening. The choppy fluvials leapt with the winds, singing chorus to the birds as they passed by, flying. There’s a lot to complain about, tonight; My words are tired of their plight….

Sleep.

If I slept yesterday, Wake me up today; If I don’t, put me to sleep tomorrow.

Mosfuckingquitoes

Eyes shut tight, I started counting sheep. One sheep, two sheep, fuck! I can’t sleep. Mosquitoes play symphonies, ceiling fan is slow and squeaks. I wish this unto no one, this fate of a sweating body and an itchy crotch. If there’s any species that never runs out of food, it’s mosquitoes. Those assholes feed…

Alone.

The lights are out and I’m home alone; got no plans tonight. No idea what day of the week it is but I know that it’s night. Don’t ask me about the time, I don’t care if the clock still chimes. What’s on the menu for dinner? “Your infamies” cries out a voice. They’re home;…

Snatcher.

How do you do this? I feel your fingers running on my chest, like a feather going down the silks; the way you reached my back and then my arms, tickling, like pearls rolling down my skin, a touch so exquisite, it feels like heaven. Is that your hair on my face? Like wind on…

Fire.

I’m fire, baby. My sparks burn bright, My embers keep you warm, Give you light. Play with the flame, They burn you down, It’s gonna be a long night.

Where am I?

The night is as dark as it can get The road is as far as it can go The journey is harder Spirits are at their worst World becomes an illusion Thoughts turn into delusions Words have dug their grave Courage has gone its way No ray of light No reason to stay I walk…

Good night.

Close your eyes, open them to heaven Don’t wake up, until I send my raven Slip into slumber There’s no pain worthy enough To remember All those owls sing for you Winds are chorus, Your blanket, the great sky, blue While these stone walls guard you Fear not, of the werewolves Under the blood moon…

Tonight.

Dancing to the blues, high; Tripping on the road, side to side.. Talk to me darling, we are not alone, There are stars watching and the crescent moon! You took me by surprise; Unapologetic as I fight. Hold my hand, walk me home, If you swear not to leave, I’ll marry you tonight!

The End.

For a lifetime, you say, In that lie, I lay Dreaming of the day I’d fly Never realizing There exists no sky No roads to converge Neither a divide You might be the sun, But baby I’m the night

Where are you?

You have a name, I dare not write You have a story, life, an endless night We have memories, can’t help but recall Ours is an ending I remember, Everytime I fall Like stones on a mountain, your dreams are scattered The wind blows past my ears, like all our unholy vows uttered My hands…

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I’m just gonna lay here tonight Searching for you From star to star Connecting the dots Constellations apart

Message / Writing Practice

It was a steamy summer night, all of the tiredness oozed out of his skin as he lay on his bed, sheets wet with sweat. Not an ideal weather for a good sleep but there’s no choice either. When your mind says shut it, you just shut it. His eyes closed into blackness as he…

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Neither dark nor bright I’m that dying light Flickering Through the night

All you did was smile And every star Shone brighter than The moon Happy Valentine’s day to the one that got away.