A Hug
Hello.
It's me. Your mistake. Your regret.
Why did you begin to fall in love with him? Why did you bring up something in the past about him and you? Why did you think of that night? That awful, awful night. You had begun to truly like someone, and it all started with a hug.
A hug. A hug that made you feel safe and comforted. It made you feel like you two were alone in space, bound to hug forever, like he could protect you. Like he would protect you. As if.
Why did you hate him? You felt hated and moved on. Then a friend stupidly asks a question that made you realize how much one night in the past could hurt you in future. You felt betrayed, even though it was half a year later and he had done nothing like that again.
You moved on, apparently, but now a part of that night will always stay with you, nagging you in the back of your mind. Telling you his words exactly.
You're weak.
You should be meaner, that's why you sit alone.
Maybe in the future you shouldn't hug someone who is taller than you.
Walls
Once upon a time, before you even knew how to rhyme, our world existed, before you made it wicked and twisted. It was a place where truth was the language, freedom was the anthem, and kindness was the only religion. Joy flew in the air just as a pigeon.
Time passed by, and you felt unsatisfied. You wanted more than you could have. The blue smell of joy had left and you tried to bring it back any other way. You sold your blood for power, seeking an enrichment within your soul. This made you smile for a while, and you started to smell yellow flowers all around. Without realizing, however, that every flower quickly dies.
The bitter taste of envy was on everybody’s tongues, tasting the ugliness of the success you temporarily owned. They threw you angry rocks because they wanted equality, so you built a wall to protect yourself from such brutality. Now the world was divided in two: the ones who owned nothing and the ones who owned it all.
It stayed this way for some time, until more problems arrived. The solution everyone reached was to build a wall just as you did. That way they didn’t have to deal with sharing ground with humans who weren’t like them, who wanted different things, who followed different dreams. They couldn’t stand having to compare themselves.
Our world had been divided by so many walls, that each person was a world of their own, with walls on the sides of their eyes because they were afraid to stare at anybody’s soul, worried that it might be better than their own. Thinking they were all different, yet they were all the same. Filled with sour emptiness.
The walls were too high to even hear other people’s palpitating hearts. All the worlds were so terribly unconnected that on one side of a wall, a mother smiled at her newborn baby, while on the other side, another mother cried watching her baby being murdered. On one side, a girl wrote a poem about how much she loved flowers, yet if she had been born on the other side, she’d be writing a letter to her dead father.
And that’s when humans went extinct, when walls separated and classified them depending on the way they looked, where they were born, or the way their minds worked. In that moment, they were no longer humans, but labels.
It’s been this way for too long.
But you’re not stupid, you know there’s something that must be fixed, yet the dust falling from the carbon on the walls blinds your melancholic eyes and doesn’t let you see the lights.
You don’t realize that all your problems come from your inability to look in the mirror and see more than skin and meat.
You blame others for it, and believe your tiny world is the only one that should stand, so all the problems could be solved. You complain there are no kind people left, but you refuse to be one. To make love you hide, yet when you fight you want to be watched in the daily light. Violence runs your streets desperately hoping to find peace. You prefer to use the fire around you rather than the eternal flame inside you.
And above all, you know you started this, and you lie to yourself saying it’s too late. So at the end of every long day you float in your bed of dying flowers under an intensely dark sky, and want to ask God why he doesn’t destroy all these walls of oppression, but you never do it, because you’re afraid he’ll ask you the same question.
The world is starving because it craves the warmth of smiles. Happiness is no longer something mom cooks at home, nor is it found in the market. No one remembers its flavor anymore. We need to reinvent the recipe.
Oceans.
It’s during your darkest hour,
That will crack open your soul,
And out will pour the things,
You’ll need to gain control,
At first you won’t believe me,
Since your eyes are blurred with tears,
And if you’ve been in this much pain,
I know you can’t think clear,
The demons who have caught you,
Can’t hold a grip for long,
Once you realize it’s not your fault,
Your heart was handled wrong,
But please hang on during this ride,
Of crippling emotions,
You’ll soon realize why I say,
Women like you drown oceans.
We all are one girl one night in the streets
You once told me
you approached one girl
one night in the streets
to ask her whatever
and she didn't even
look at you
only ran
what a rude
What I didn't tell you
was that I was that girl
I am that girl each time
I come home alone
That my hearth stops
when I see a man
That the fear invades my body
just as that girl's body
I'm sure she grabed her keys
with her fist as closed as she could
at the moment she heard you
'cause that's what I do
I don't care what you want
just let the girl alone
just let me alone
You don't have an idea
the pain men can cause to one girl
one night in the streets
gunmetal
there's a place
a blue and quiet place
that could shake you wide open
and make your teeth feel loose
there's a sound
like footsteps or a heartbeat
that might send you kicking tulips
and bend you like a willow
there's a rock
sunk deep inside your belly
that sometimes sets you swimming
in those rivers that run northward
and it moves you to sing
oh, my shining antimony
and it moves you to cry
oh, my shining antimony
Until the Next Time
“Oh, my God, I can’t stand it! I can’t wait one minute longer! I need it right now! I feel like bugs are crawling under my skin, drinking my blood and hollowing my bones. I want him right now. He’s the only one who can help me!” I pick up my phone and speed dial his number.
His face darkens as he realizes that I am on the other end of the line. “Every time I speak to her, I feel a tingle of foreboding, although I can’t quite put my finger on the reason. In the past, I refused to come to her aid, afraid that she will ask more than I am willing to give." But this time, thoughts of her sensual, luscious body overcome his reluctance. “Maybe I can use her for my needs without giving anything in return.” He feels the familiar warmth creep up his loins. “I’ll be right over but I can’t stay too long!”
“I smile a catlike grin as I savor the thought that he will be here for a longer time than he thinks. I always feel like I am drinking cream when I anticipate a new conquest. This will be worth the wait. I slip my lace teddy over my head and lay my protection carefully on the bedside table. I am ready for his bounty as I unlock my front door and arrange myself on my silk sheets as a tableau of lust. It is so meaningful and titillating to stage the scene.”
I watch him striding across the room toward me, hair damp with a heady male scent. I know I can’t resist doing what I must do, taking what I want. His fingers touch me with an agony of desire as they explore my body. Lips travel to places deep within our souls.
We moan, scream, taste with yearning tongues and moist lips, feeling voracious passion consuming us. Just as he plunges within me, I pull my protection out and stab the sharply honed knife deeply into his back. I watch triumphantly as his dark blood seeps onto the sheets, streaming down onto the carpet. Languidly, I touch the blood droplets and suck my fingers as he takes his last gasping breath.
At last, I feel fulfilled and satisfied until the next rendezvous and the next prey. I will know when it is time. I always do!
Let’s relish insanity
My insanity is like falling down the rabbit hole... Which is what I tried to warn you of. I tried to tell you that being as close as you are, I'd only pull you down with me. Yet you said that could never happened.
At first I thought it was because you're so strong mentally, and that you're so grounded to reality; it's perfect.
Then I realized something even more perfect: maybe you've been living in the rabbit hole long before I'd even discovered it. Maybe you're far from grounded to reality. Maybe you don't even remember what that tastes like. All you know is this darkness, this madness.
Which is why you're so easy to talk to. Maybe... It's why you like talking to me. Maybe.
Birds of A Different Feather
Today is the day.
After watching his parents soar through the forests of Early Cretaceous China, this young Microraptor is going to take flight for the first time. He's small, but his feathers have grown.
Just one jump from one branch to the other. The Microraptor posed himself, mimicking his parents as they glided over to the furthest branch. He first takes a quick look down. It's a long fall.
No going back now.
The perfect breeze blows through the forest. He launched forward. His feathers spread out. He felt the wind carry him over like a graceful leave flowing.