Refracted light bounces
From tears twinkling on
A bristle crescent nail.
Slow murmurs of dreams,
When will you cry?
Ephemeral, rose petals
Croons a lullaby once
Danced on her lips.
10.16.2018
Month: October 2019
Bang bang
Run, run!
It’s eroding away, lurking on highway,
Don’t turn, don’t think, look ahead
Ready for jump, jump, jump!
Bang!
You’re dead, you’re dead!
Run as fast as you can, rattle your lung to breath! Forget the ‘please’ Forget the ‘can I’!
The End is as thin as this air!
Bang!
Ah, the chaos! Ah, the tragedy! Ah, the euphoria!
Ao! Ao! Ao!
What fame, what name, what a game!
Bang!
10.15.2019
Flash fiction
It’s sharper than you think.
It’s faster than you think.
It’s larger than you think.
When you opened your eyelids,
It’s already too late.
You won’t remember,
You won’t realize.
It’s a blind dance.
It’s a journey of a light.
It’s a sad story.
Time. Perhaps it is time that matters.
Caring. Perhaps it is the care that matters.
Pain. Perhaps it is the pain that matters.
Whatever was, was.
Whatever will be, will be.
Whatever is, is.
Open your eyes.
Love the world yourself.
10.14.2019
Effervescence
Albeit a momentary touch,
I cherish it. I am thankful
For the asteroids that I kiss
Though I do long for a bondage
Like a moon to an earth.
Dark space above our head
Just spins bounces
too many chances
For us to spin again together.
Once again.
Here and now,
We keep our fire into the void.
10.13.2019
Whiplash
A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.
Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.
10.12.2019
Solo
I won’t say goodbye until it is time
I will hold off on your sleeve and
Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.
I won’t ask how you are doing
For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.
I will keep on hammering this world,
A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.
10.11.2019
Leaf
Blink,
A green bud burgeoned in between the armpit of grey tree branches,
Blink,
Veins of green leaf stretched out in bivouac under crystal rays of sunshine.
Blink,
Wrinkles engraved by good fights, through wind and rains, are witnesses and fellow travelers of this journey.
Blink.
10.10.2019
Where
Where will you be
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
An ascension from the apogee of apotheosis,
Coy collusion of coteries,
Will your intrepid pluck be your auspicious aegis,
Will you pristine sagacity be your halcyonic alacrity
Where will you be
What will you do
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
10.9.2019
Sprout
To an incipient revelry,
Death paid a visit.
Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.
Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen
On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.
But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?
It will breath in the air,
Soak in the moist,
Boldly grow.
Grow, bulb. Grow.
Grow larger than the Death.
10.8.2019
Shine
Remember coldest darkness shines the smallest incandescent candle light.
Scary skeletons are what kept you going when things fell down to floor
Nagging neighbors and obnoxious passerby were who cared about you
When things took a different turn.
Try believing.
10.7.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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