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Their emptiness


Even the forest could not stop trying to
comprehend the mystery that was hovering in its
spaces. It wanted to cut through their heart and
drench itself in their tears, that they were
compelled to hide. Misery was company but they
feared that even Misery was beginning to
withdraw and all that would be emptiness.
Emptiness that would send them to their darkest
fantasies, that they actually longed for but was
not sure their mask could be able to withstand.

Each other’s prison

He saw the fire in our horizon,
The waves whispered the emotions so delicately.
I know my wounds will multiply,
And it will turn out to be my worst addiction.
It will be my lord.
But the bond we had established made me believe that even my blood and my sanity were worth the sacrifice.
He had mastered the art of control. The psychology of obsession.
I was already a slave when I came to realize the level of my naivety.
He would stroll through the shore after a time of passionate lust enveloped in the shadows of bondage pleasure.
My pain was our pain and longing
And I endured all for our forever and after
The anchor of my soul sealed in our secret ‘pleasure’ abyss
He couldn’t fathom living without me
He had enough insanity without adding salt to injury
Let’s swim in that world that only us comprehend



The art her legs was forming. The aura surrounding her body.The effect her  movements has on me and piercing my inner fantasies.I wanna pick her up and swallow her secret secretions and her wet desires.She poked through my buried insecurities.Could not stand to imagine her in pain.Made her slave of my wild thoughts.The freak in me that was too desperate to connect with the freak in her .My dark corner desires to embrace and welcome her to our world.


He was the thought I wished I would forbid.The desires I had of him made me free myself and fall fully with my whole being and give in.Allow him to explore my most hidden treasures and open up the flame I so desperately crave to  extinguish.The energy I feel arouses my every emotion and drains my soul.I need him enclosed in my wilderness and our spirit entangled that not even purgatory can win over a love so haunting and unimaginable.

Asylums would desire patients so eligible.
Their passion and insanity trapped
Trapped between Death and the fleeing soul, expressed in freedom and real joy



The scar that propels the passion in you,

A seeker you are .

You stumbled upon my spirit

and the connection set the turbine.

Let’s settle and view the horizon

and let the joy we experience,

bring us to the vision of the phoenix.



Unforbid me disappearing into your morbid thoughts,
Through the channel of destructive cyclones.
Society owns the compass
but you endeavour to race against the wind.
Paralysed vision,
Embrace it as a gift.
The stars align themselves for you to discern,
Capture and create art.
The moon lights your lane,
your footsteps beg to disappear.
The truth haunts you though…
You can’t overlook the summon from the bastille.
As your world fades,
The voices in your head begin to utter words incoherently,
The polite knock turns to a bang.
Fulfillment forthcoming.

To a year older….


I am
Of years of imperfections, deep pondering ,insane blooms,
resurrected scars and continuous flaws.
To more years of self discovery,to yonder thinking and war with voices in my head
to more smiles with company and feels of adrenaline,serotonin and other ‘hell raising hormones’ with the ones I love.
to more drama and entertainment from loving literature,
to all those I lost in my path and those that hold it against me for my actions.
to all my aspirations and desires that I pray may come alive
to my downtrodden self as I endeavor to raise its spirit through my twisted interests
life goes on sometimes getting all rebellious on me
cheers as I march on
it’s a journey to the unknown,
but one that I set foot on and I must complete it
may nirvana keep revealing itself to me.

Bare Fraility


Those spikes that cover you,,
overshadow you,
gives you a haven
form the dark hedges surrounding you.

you will pretend
that you can’t see them crawling,
you will pretend
that you can’t see the light peering,
you will pretend
that you cant see the stone oozing sparkling freshness.

The weapon adjacent to you
draws your subconscious.
It will hover around
till the rain droplets begin pounding your body,
soaking your bare flesh
and exposing your nudity.