Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves don’t get invited to birthday parties. They are too loud, too messy, too close to crumbling with far too much parched skin that no drunkenness of any sort can save. They are too dead to celebrate life. Autumn leaves are lonely. Each cry for help gets muffled under the cracks and snaps and…

Deep Breaths

The easiest way, they say, to calm your nerves is to take a deep breath and count to 10. So breathe in, breathe out. It is only as big as it gets in your head. Fear is fickle. Wading its way through the cracks of your mind, only to plant roots in parts of your…

If I Should Have a Daughter

If I should have a daughter, and whenever I do, I’ll make sure I tell her not to have hopes from you. For I know you won’t treat her the way you probably should, and my daughter won’t keep shut the way I usually would. There will be no bedtime stories to help her fall…

The One Who Could Have Been

Professor Snape was never really anybody’s first choice, even with his commendable fashion sense and the perfection in his voice. There was always someone ever so ready to take his spot, whether it concerned loving Lily, or just his teaching job. Cursed with bad luck from the very beginning, he lost his first love to…

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…