High and low

Take me there, to the top of the mountain; with skies above and clouds below. Let me lose my breath trying to make my way, I know I’m not here to stay but this keeps me sane. How far is it, the truth? How deep is the ocean of lies? Do I walk or drown? … Continue reading High and low

I am.

I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I … Continue reading I am.

Ironies.

Truth when questioned enough becomes a lie; Lie that’s believed turns into the truth. Questions are answered yet No answers are questioned; Freedom is not fundamental, Rights aren’t right when used. I’ve lost belief in faith, There’s no faith in what I believe.

I am.

I am a liar. A liar who seeks truth in a world of marionettes wired to societal archetypes. A masked crusader hiding behind his face, transcending masquerades. I am stubborn. A man vocal about his opinions, standing his ground against stereotypical perspectives and religious conservatism. I am a coward. Agitated by judgemental eyes and voices, … Continue reading I am.

Pain.

I won't tell you it's gonna be okay; I can't ask you to move on. All I can do is sit here, right here and share silence. What you have is what can't be shared; the pain. I'll let you suffer and that's all I've got to offer.