To Men who Make Homes out of Glass Bottles

Do not mistake endless arrays of your reflection for an army, this is not a fortress you have built for yourself, it is a battlefield, and your very own weapons are plunging daggers through your heart. The low hum of the varying remnants of alcohol is not the soundtrack of your summer, the nostalgic Hotel…

Pixels

There are memories etched in the pixels of nostalgia stained photographs that these Braille lusting fingertips have left for generations to come, a cotton candy universe slowly building itself up, spreading out of the corners, like an algae or a weed waiting to be noticed, to be talked about, to be remembered with a distant…

Seashores

I could tell you his eyes run deeper than oceans, but deep waters like those turn green, with more algae and moss than room to breathe. So instead, let’s call them a seashore, which is to say, if you stare right into them under direct sunlight for long enough, you will eventually be teleported to…

Dragon Heartstrings

If it’s true what they say, and Prometheus really did steal fire to hand it over to mankind, he and I could be best friends in every life. You see, I play with fire for a living, watch it dance around my fingertips, as we mend and break objects of all sizes. This welder has…

Pins and Needles

Isn’t it ironic that aspirations can be measured in numbers, held inside the nooks and crannies of folded palms, only to be mixed into bowls of social constructs? But who am I to question the rationality of imagination anyway? My weighing scale lives life on the edge, oscillating between dreams and realities like a pendulum,…

A Deaf Man’s Flute

On most days, I am the silent spectator standing just behind the barricade, always the front seat passenger in a moving car, never the actual protagonist, but always a presence in the story the editor chose not to cut out. Which is to say, I am made up of almosts, made up of goals and…

Secondhand Symphonies

Just another box full of hand me downs, leading to smiles rising from a sea of frowns. Eyes widen at the sight of this treasure, and the happiness that follows is beyond measure A pair of shoes, one size too small, a blue jacket, meant for someone tall. A jigsaw puzzle, with only a few…

The Knock of Fate

A rainfall is like a door to opportunities, it can blossom your life like fresh white lilies. When this door opens, you’ll simply know, what to do and where to go. You wait for this rain to knock on your life, but when it does, you run and hide. You’ll miss the rain when you…

The Tender Slave Girl – A New Perspective

Under the concrete sky is where she’ll sleep tonight, the bridge will be her guide to get her through the night. No blanket no bed, she can’t afford it no more, a pavement if she’s lucky, but mostly the road.  With sore legs and blisters on her feet, she’ll get into bed and try to…