Month: April 2017


I flew to space as I
took a three hour
nap in the afternoon.
There wasn’t a spaceship
as I transported to the moon
in almost a second, and then
looked down to the big blue blob
that seemed really pretty
from where I stood.

From the now fading remnants
of my dream, one that did
not include bloodshed, or
me waking up with a start,
I remember seeing white
snowy mountains that rose
above all, I could see the waves
as they rose and fell, mightily
crashing against boulders
that faded back into blissful
silence as I plunged back to



how many times should
you be told that yelling
does NOT solve anything?

how many times should I
yell it for you;
just so that my voice
could be heard over yours?
to stand my ground when all
you do is to yell at me to step
over to the other side faster
than I could process it?

I’m terrified. Your yelling
terrifies me to an extent where
I give up.
I give up and surrender to you.

I surrender not because I
cannot fight on,
but because there is no use of it.

you wouldn’t understand anyway.

That’s what you wanted, right?
But wait.
There’s more.
you now have me being
indifferent to you.
and that’s worse than hate.

But, wait.
I don’t see you want that, either.
so, you choose.

I don’t really think you have a choice.


tell me, is there magic in this world?
do you see the stars every night and wish
on them, hoping they could bring
the world to your feet?

do you kiss your partner and feel all
your troubles vanish, like the dust after the
first rain hits the earth?

tell me,
do you believe in magic?


show me a world wherein
the living aren’t presumed
dead before they have had
a chance to breathe, before
they have uttered a word, in
hopes of being understood
as ones with a promise to
keep in this great world, a
little effort to make to make
this a better place for you
and I, for breathing purer
air, for living in a bit safer

Show me a world wherein
dreams come true and
love reigns over all.

Show me a world that’s
beautiful, in every way.


This is to you, the one
who can remember to
forget the ones that matter.

To you, who can think of
letting go of those who
still tightly hold your pinky
hoping to have something
as an anchor as the rest of
the world fades away.

To you, who needs a
reason to miss people,
to be so cut off that it
hurts. Physically.

It hurts to see you so
happy. It hurts to see
you being nonchalant
at everything, to cut off
ties faster than I could say no.

It still hurts, kid.
And it hurts bad.


I had a dream the other day,
it was of you,
and it was a happy dream
as my fingers interlinked
with yours as we stroll down
the cobblestoned footpath
down our new home.

We stop for a moment,
gazing straight ahead,
as blue skies turn purple,
and dandelions tilt their heads
slightly as the wind picks up speed,
and fly off to the ground.

In front of us,
there are little puppies
covered in their thick fur
to ward off the cold,
wagging their little tails as
we play with them,
licking our hands.

I woke up suddenly,
the remnants of the dream
flashing before my sleepy eyes.

And I felt sad,
because the dream could
never be a reality.
We could never
have our own home,
stroll down footpaths,
and play with puppies.
We just never could.


I jogged on a cold,
pavemented street today,
and my body didn’t feel cold

I walked for about three
kilometres, from the Eiffel
tower to the great carousel,
and I hugged my arms around
my torso to will away the chill.

And when I got back home,
as I’ve begun to call the hotel
I’m staying at,
I ordered two large pizzas
that delivered with a free coke,
and gobbled them down.

Enough exercise for today,
I guess?