Lost in the In-Between

The speed of sound serves as the reluctant vassal of communication, Lagging behind the message, Pushing and heaving all that God allots: Never quite enough. We drafted our Bragi in the first round, Overlooking Saga and Freya, For their domain presiding just North or South of the present. Our voices were the logical choice, according to the flawed logic of proud men, To carry out our rule of the present: The age of (wo)Men, Where the Universe nor Deity could interfere; The tense of free-agency. We were wrong. It wasn’t until what the fathers-of-our-fathers’ whispers finally caught up, An echo … Continue reading Lost in the In-Between

I miss you

Now that you’re gone, Extracted from my life, You’d think it’d be easy to move on. Easy to cut the ties, And look ahead without looking back. But memories are sticky things, Rooting me in place, Reminding me in chorus, Of when you said goodbye. The haunting resonance reminds: I am alone in my thoughts and in my world, Without the companion I find in you. I miss you, brother. Continue reading I miss you

Insomnia as Astronomy

Insomniacs find solace at dawn, With the astral firework Celebrating their triumph over the natural urge Towards the deadening of the unnatural mind. We have fought back the tides of fatigue To attempt a clearer understanding Through hazy mind Of our entrusted domain. We are the gatekeepers, Having sacrificed the sweet temptation That less-lived men call dreams In favor of  a seemingly eternal time share. Fear of oblivion and the seduction of mirage-truths Call us into the starry sanctum Wrapping a dark blanket of eternity Around our uninterrupted timeline of self. Continuity serves as the cure For the rampant virus Of compartmentalizing Day … Continue reading Insomnia as Astronomy

Forever My Brother

This blank page reminds me, That no matter how hard I scream, My words will never bring you back to me. All I will be left with is what came before you: Empty space in your shape. You were the piece that we lost, In the chaos of our own lives, We just decided to live with the fact, That our puzzle-lives weren’t complete. “Maybe it’s supposed to look like that.” Your departure cut that conversation short. That abscesses we called happiness Festered and spread, “At least we’re happy” As if happiness is a secondary goal. You taught us calculus when we struggled with arithmetic, … Continue reading Forever My Brother

If Loving You is Wrong

I know, That I don’t wanna do this. Get caught up in the rush, Of sludge towards the sewer. I’ll have to refuse and refute, The value in sub-par and subterranean  real estate alike. I breathe in the smog, That everyone assures me is benign, Choking on the darkness injected that swirls, Round my center, Pumping poison to my entirety. Fighting against the hate wave, Evaporating any chance my oasis-laced visions had, Fleeing with the steam from the pride tattooed, Branding the lost, Advertising ignorance like a cologne. The humid scented air squeezes, Forces out the confession that ties, Me to those I … Continue reading If Loving You is Wrong

Freedom Isn’t Free (Homogeneity Well-Attained)

The storm jars me from my slumber, My hibernation that knows no beginning, Ended in a jolt, With thunderous applause, The universe commending me on achieving the most basic of tasks: I woke up. Envy looks out through me, Catching a glimpse of the bars for the first time, Tightly pressing against my chest, Holding back the magnetic attraction to the outsider, The wild and vibrant ghost of a man, Unaware of the concrete confines that make up the landscape, Unapologetic, he refreshes his veins with his personal blend, Of Not-Quite-Truth serum. His ghastly form shimmers, Starts to disappear, Snaps … Continue reading Freedom Isn’t Free (Homogeneity Well-Attained)

The Promise of a Storm

“Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.” The dark but inviting room served as a bastion against the whipping winds, continuously knocking against the door. “Another.” a gruff and quiet voice muttered, seemingly oblivious to the sand storm beating on the door. The bartender eyed the lanky stranger, already on his fourth whiskey, wondering how he ended up here.  The man made it clear he wasn’t a local with his pre-War suit and boots that couldn’t have been worn before.  He wore dark … Continue reading The Promise of a Storm