A poem —

A poem on murky emotions — What is it about murky water that inspires the urge to stir it up more? When my emotions get the best of me, they consume each other like self-sabotaging cannibals, vengeful for being interfered with, and eager to settle the score. Fighting fire with fire does nothing but perpetuate war. History’s taught…

A poem on alienation and (re)discovery — I sense metamorphosis, flowers blossoming blue. A new beginning, late blooming, toiling in the dirt, digging in fertile soil to excavate my roots. I once defined myself based off of what other people wanted me to be. …

A poem —

A poem — A curious cat named Christoph sat alone in his study, clutching an empty whisky glass. Whyyyyy d-don’t you love me back? he asked out loud, his smokey voice slurring through drunken despair. Staring out the window, there stood a world, a world Christoph could no longer bear. Because outside, children played, laughing under a cloudless sky, their parents…

When you’re caught in Creativity’s embrace — The first sip of coffee this morning had a metallic taste to it. He grimaced, intolerant to the bitterness on his tongue. Looking on at the blank page on his computer screen, the writer wondered what on earth he had become. Doctors cure, lawyers litigate, businesspeople sell, so who exactly is the writer who cannot…

A poem — Running out of time our timing never works. Shit what time is it I don’t have time for this shit I’m running late I gotta go to work. Running after time like that bus I always miss too late like always. Tick tock tick tock I’ve reduced time to little snippets disjointed figments. Tick-tock-tick-tock wasting all my time if only I could find the time to…

A poem —

A poem —