Lost Letters

From Prodigal

Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..”  Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection  Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal

Lost Letters

From Scarlet

Dear You,   Take my heart, Wear it like precious Sapphire Let it glimmer like the sea at sunset   Take my heart, Cradle it like shattered glass Let it pierce through your darkest nights   Take my heart, Slather it like an ointment Let my love heal your wounds   Take my heart, Serenade… Continue reading From Scarlet

Lost Letters

From Blue

Dear You, It has been a while since we heard from each other. There are moments when your memories hit like an avalanche and my mind is flooded with questions on what could have been.  What if we had given our hearts a chance?  What if we had embraced our storms and surfed on their… Continue reading From Blue

Lost Letters

From Moon

Dear You, The first day I saw you, I felt nothing. Your smile left no floating butterflies and your laughter echoed like an awkward noise. You were nothing to me but another embodiment of life and flesh; another stranger happening to pass by. After that day, you danced into my thoughts like a random glitch… Continue reading From Moon

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Imagine The World

Imagine the world as a big, blue sea Where everyone can explore and be free Where one discovers new islands Filled with strange faces and unshaken hands   Imagine the world as a deep, thick forest With no time to rest And so much to harvest As we wait for whose crop grows first  … Continue reading Imagine The World

Dried Ink

THE MAN

I remember a time I spoke with my father. It was a cool evening and he was in the middle of choosing between a nap or watching the news. I asked him “Daddy, where do babies come from?”. He peered down at me, confused, and then looked around as if searching for an emergency exit.… Continue reading THE MAN

Dried Ink

Hello or Goodbye?

In a corner I observe the chatter, the rowdiness that makes me nervous but convinces me that my life is not as dull. There is a live band on the stage with a young lad that dreams of stardom, struggling to win the attention of the front tables. The rest of the restaurant is a… Continue reading Hello or Goodbye?