Day & Night

Does he recognize the pain that seeps through her words?

Nights passed drowning in tears,

Days trying to hide the redness of her eyes.

Does he feel the anger that flows through her words?

Days replaying the arguments over and over and over again,

Nights spent tossing and turning, restlessness driving her mad.

Does he feel the loneliness that bleeds through her words?

Night exhausted yearning for his embrace,

Days wasted chasing his shadows, continuously falling short.

Does He? Does He?

Oh baby.. Does He?


I Write

I write because my demons eat me alive
I write because it’s the only way
I know how to survive
I write; otherwise the words seep through my bloody veins
I feel like I am being drowned from the inside out
I write because it’s my only salvation through all my self-doubts

I write because within me lives a hell so gruesome – I find myself sometimes wishing I were dead
And even then, I’d still find myself
Looking for a pen..

A Father’s Love

I would watch him, the way he handled her
And wonder, why he never touched me so

His laughter almost seemed heartier
His smiles ran deeper
His touch so tender

..*Sigh*..I guess what’s how it goes; and honestly?
Do I have the right to be jealous?

He was after all; the Father of a new baby girl


You were like a black whole
Sucking in everything but my soul
I was only too glad
When you stopped paying me any mind
But I was mistaken
And realized it with time
I missed the little pieces,
Those left inside of you
Had I done the same;
You’d have felt it too

Mumbles of A Bitter Fool

There is a battlefield that rages on inside of me,

Between the good

The bad and the bittersweet.

My Soul roams this world constantly restless

His presence leaves me ever so breathless

And I find myself walking on treacherous grounds.

The sky is not my limit,

My grave is not ground zero

I am not who you seem to think,

More of you than you – And less of you than me.


What does it take to slowly fade away, to drift away into the everlasting abyss

Is it a resignation of self-worth?

Look for me behind the shadows in the darkness, & I shall let you know..


Mumblings of A Creature

I hurt for a love I desperately want but cannot find
I’m not talking bout the perfect kind
I’m not even talking bout a past life
I speak of blissful moments
Moments that have you breathing under the surface of the ocean; whilst basking in the warmth of the sun

I need to feel alive again
I guess the problem is the only time I feel alive
Is when I’m breaking apart

Because that’s where true emotions lie..
In the extremities of pain – in the form of the shattering of one’s soul
I find that is where beauty lies

And I wonder does that make me a nauseating crearure?
Does it make me a repulsively loathsome human being?

Or does that simply mean I am someone that believes that in order to understand love – You must first break
In order to appreciate beauty – You must first behold ugly
In order to value life – you must experience death

You must die. . And haven’t I died over and over again?

So the question remains: Do I set myself up to die so that I feel alive?

The Chase – Chapter 1

I chase a high I know I will never attain
I had a taste of it once a lifetime ago
Now I find myself chasing it again

I look for it in the small spaces of my mind,
The cracks within the lining of my broken heart
The duties corners of my being

I can’t help but think

Is it the moments in between the highs that I chase? Moments that have become long forgotten memories

Or are they the actual moments I lose my breath all at once, the emotionless feelings of nothing at all..

Growing Up Ever After

I grew up on the same fairytales you did,
Charming saves his ever fair maiden from the fierce dragon
But the years have come and gone
And disappointment after disappointment did mount
The burden of heartbreak became too much to bear – and one day it no longer made sense
I do not cling to this simple notion anymore
It seems too absurd a thing
I now walk this world in the hopes of waking one day; with no more pain..

The Beauty of Social Media


It started with a Goodmorning
And ended with a Goodnight
It all sort of started with the blink of an eye
A hello, how are you is all it took
And from that moment I was hooked.
Smiles, laughter; lots of endearing tears
Day after day, minute after minute
Love filled the air, away with the sadness
Now i see, what I could not before
I looked forward to it all,
Sleep early, wake early and it started all over again.