Dried Ink

TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart   Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

Dried Ink

Moon’s Crest

I once knew a girl who had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Her smile was wide and bright, spreading across her face as her eyes sparkled and her lips formed a perfect moon’s crest. She never got into trouble as she would flash her dazzling smile and confuse our teachers. As a… Continue reading Moon’s Crest

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 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

Lost Letters

From Yellow

Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow

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