Solitary anti-dogma crusader,
Cockroached resistance leader.
Fate-denied, stigmatized,
Beat, belittled, shamed —
Unashamed, undefeated.

A romance not meant to be,
Aimed for the moon —
I grabbed on to its mavity,
Swung round, and let it ride.
Fuck it.
Let death bridge the divide.

Ritual endurance —
STFU, you amateur.
We're supposed to feel like shit.

Solemnly life endures
The rot of supremacy.

Clairvoyant? Not particularly.
And no, you're not predictable —
It's just that you and I are circling
The same damn drain.

A gift of dedicated time,
Of creativity, painstakingly
Perfected in the forge of passion —
Polished, priceless slices
Of an artist's soul and life,
Handed out, given feely.
But, yeah. Thank you
For that lazy ‘like’ in passing.

Fear, the anchor —
Dare.
Drift.
Discover.

Trauma
The lifeline,
The teacher,
The guide —
Leading away from
The pain we hide
In the darkest depths
Of our minds.

What does it mean to be
Woman, man,
Or something in-between?
To be a black, Arab, Asian, Caucasian?
A straight, gay, bi- or a-sexual?
Not a damn thing —
We've become
So bloody obsessed
With the details
Of being Human.

No scary bedtime tale before sleeping,
It's claws and nails that make you bleed.
Only death may wake the dreamer —
Life's a nightmare for the living.

The serpent eats its tail —
A cage of self,
Of mirrored truths.
You, infidel,
I, infidel —
A hell of hate,
Of clashing fates,
No matter what we do.

Bitter hearts, poisoned, betrayed,
Phantom longing aimed astray,
Set on winding, endless paths —
Kingdoms built on conquest,
Cultures forged from want.

Apprehension
Absent comprehension —
Ignorant the fear invasion.

The value of plenty
Only dawns
After spending.

Call me what you will
Until my tale runs out of pages,
Then decide on one —
Names are for the dead.

Reduced to tears,
I learned to pour myself
Into brand new shapes —
But still see
My old reflection.

When won in blood,
Peace can't outlast
The mourning of its forging.

I don't watch the news —
I have way higher standards
For my fiction.

So desperate to please —
Collecting participation vignettes
To pad a karma resume
Penned in red.

Social comparison,
A viral disease —
Validating, empowering
Assholes and cowards
To justify our exit strategies.
Is it any wonder
This ship is sinking?