Category: poetry
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Art of Self Loathing
i reek of self hatred shower after shower. month old laundries and mocking cob webs. gutting nausea with my head inside the television set half a can of beer rotting away in the fridge for i bought a new one it still tastes the same but it makes me feel like i am less sick…
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Meaning of Life???
i almost thought i was dead tired with life, bored of the sunsets from my window and unafraid of the thunder. i almost thought of writing it down on paper and sending out a last mail to my family. almost told my lover i wished to sink where the stars no longer reflects. but somedays,…
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In another life
How do I live with it? I am in love with an idea, perhaps something even more than an image of idea but truly something I can never be close to. Something, someone I can never get to hold in my arms and tell them about the stars and cosmos I have felt for them.…