26 05, 2017


2017-07-09T01:15:28+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

My mind zoomed in but it all became pixelated and even harder to understand.

“You need more resolution, not a closer look,” he said.

“Whoa, what the fuck! You know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re not thinking, you’re zooming in an out like an idiot.”

16 05, 2017


2017-07-09T01:16:18+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Every time I put my hand into a bag of possibilities I get the yellow gummy bear. It makes me hate randomness.
Then I look inside and take them out one by one, and eat them first so I can finally enjoy the rest.
I know life is a little more intricate than a bag […]

29 03, 2017

How to change the past

2017-07-09T01:20:50+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

When a memory claims your attention, you exchange a few words and ideas.
Sometimes after that, it’ll go back to sleep but in a different position. Other times though, it’ll visit you again and again, indifferent towards your annoyance and will make its case until you listen.
Memories. Not trusty recordings of […]

21 03, 2017


2017-07-27T18:35:05+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I’m not sure about calling it home. It was the place where I watered plants that were only growing roots, except for the poisonous one. A place of unfulfilled projects, of ideas too lazy to become anything else.
The only people I wanted to see talked to me in written words, printed […]

21 03, 2017

Homesick thoughts

2017-07-28T01:25:03+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed in bed with my eyes closed for a while, trying to get back to sleep. It was about five in the morning when I gave up and jumped out of bed.
The summer had been officially over for two weeks. […]