Now’s the part we drown

out the music. Just ‘cuz we’re bored. Just ‘cuz we’re ignorant. Just ‘cuz disillusionment unnerves us. Now’s the part we list lies. That the fall is never real. That reality’s never a prison. That happiness don’t come at a price. The stairwell’s too cramped with your ghosts walking past my sulking. Death fascinates only from afar. Too…

S

Today’s post is brought to you by the letter S. As in the swell that makes the scourge, the serpent raking in steam, the suture stupor seed of the swine, the severed head divine–I can’t with life lately. My senses are spent suffering sulking subjugated by what happens: when the shit storm stops, the savior…

To Spit or To Spiral

Occasionally, a star bigger than our Sun will end its life in a huge explosion, called a supernova. This explosion happens because the center, or core, of the star collapses in less than a second. The outer layers of the star are blown off in the explosion, leaving a contracting core of the star after…

Bulwarks & Trebuchets

Whereas in the past I penned an optimistic passage to herald a new start, this time I plan to do something entirely different. What this is is a treatise on passion. It’s the eve of a new year and the threat of a new slate looms dreadful in the blackened horizon. As I lie on…

The Way You Pendulate I

This is a story about a boy named Hunger and how endless he always felt. 10:13 PM, Thursday – My current world revolves around the dreary nothingness engulfing my every routine. Whereas the rest is content to posting curated versions of their lives, I live mine offline, albeit occasionally lurk in distaste over the filtered…

Bombay Sapphire

In the pantheon of drunkards, the lewd and derogatory reign supreme. The cadence of inhibitions shed and how it betrays the guise of rationality is a curious sight to behold. Tonight, the halls of Valhalla is punctuated by loud bellows, guffaws, shouts exclaimed like bloodlust rearing venom on virgin nerves. In the cusp of a…

Permutations: Sleet

Press play before reading. Sleet Seduction Sundown, another letdown, a dreamstate downpour starts. The sensual mists of longing breathes into the room a kind of heavy, clouded incense, cradling you into aimless drifting. The cold seeps through the crevices, the walls start to give in. You lay there submerged in the icy waters of uncertainty’s…

Tenderness

Hey, lover, what’s killing you today? Remember when you came to me as winged predictions, a card on a spread, sweet hope and dread? I do. When the fire goes out of your lungs, is it still me they water your lips with? Hey, lover, the sky is bathing. The light pulses through clouds and…

Signs

Page 1. Vanity. “How does it feel, being young?” Smoking menthols beside a column outside work, I glanced at my reflection on a tinted establishment and wondered if I did the black knitted zip-up draped haphazardly around my shoulders justice. It’s 2013 and the rain just started pouring. If anything, the aviators I wore made…

Helter Skelter

I clicked on the write button without any formal thought WHATSOEVER so bear with all the scatteredness and shit. You’d think I’d have probably gotten something by now — but no, all I have are plans and not much inspiration to take into writing. I guess another playlist will do, for now. Hey maybe I could…