Binary

Binary Paradoxes exist between 0 and 1 . They were or weren't. They are or aren't. They will be or won't b- But is that really true? Between 0 and 1, aren't there infinite numbers too? I see a society that believes itself to be binary. Pairs that compliment or contrast : Entrances and Exits,... Continue Reading →

He Who Writes

He Who Writes He lays, Between the Roman script and Hangul, Amidst the Greek and Latin, Clad in distinctive sign-language and braille. Words, words and words. Myriad of words he sees, And often in ephemeral moments he believes, They become an author's reality. At the eye of the profusion of communication, Pressured under deadlines and... Continue Reading →

Let Me Heal

Let Me Heal Withered flowers on his crowned head. A blackened leafy dress on his bodice. Thorns of growing greed around his limbs Gracefully gliding along his skin. In human form he stood, Feminine features on a masculine frame. An embodiment of nature, Blending all human stigmas, genders and race. Slender fingers gliding along a... Continue Reading →

Cryptic Poetry

Cryptic Poetry Cryptic poetry, Words, verses and stanzas of ill health. Diseased relations of tarnished bonds. Gilded cage : Steep stairs leading to faulty four walls, Compressing slowly under a cemented ceiling. It's a gilded cage. More than a decade of recycled retorts, Of icy insults, Of unanswered prayers, Of toxic tempers, And once taut... Continue Reading →

Skin & Bones

Skin & Bones Skin and bones I am. Pieces in pieces, undead under pretence. Seeking felicity in stolen moments and my faltering steps, Jaded, dull and hollow I've become on heavenly behest. Skin and bones I wasn't. Skin and bones I've become. To this hidden routine ache I might soon succumb. Until and if that... Continue Reading →

Liminal

Liminal In the liminal state of mind I often find myself in, I see doors of ebony, mahogany and teak. Gliding towards them on a sheet of incandescent affirmations, I hesitate before knocking : elm, ash, oak or beech? Eventually, I knock on the pine. Soft under my calloused knuckles. And I hear it, that... Continue Reading →

Lies

Lies It's been said and done. It's been said and done. What is said cannot be taken back. False hopes can't always fill deep cracks. Thresholds are met and broken. Words you'll regret are spoken. Some sorrows get embedded in your skin. In a battle against yourself, you can never truly win. What is said... Continue Reading →

What Words Can Do – #23

"Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. I am who I am today, with all my faults. Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’s me, too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have... Continue Reading →

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