Posted in Just Things

Just Excuses

“If it weren’t for the bravery induced by liquor,” she takes another swig “would have I had the courage to tell you how I feel?” amusement bounces in her eyes. 

“Honestly? You wouldn’t be able to tell me anything without drinking. You’re too caught up in your world. Careful with everything. Even drunk, you never miss a beat. And, all these?” I gesture to the empty bottles and unopened ones. “Are just excuses.”

Posted in Just Things

Just complaining

I hate when I have so much time on my hands. I really thought we were going to spend most days together but with your workplace creating a new timezone for you, I’m left with no choice but to rot in boredom. What’s worse, home isn’t really a conducive place to write, I have no workspace to convey art and I just remembered I don’t hang with my old friends because well, they’re crustaceans with crustacean brains.

Posted in Poetry


You are


to be tame;


their definition of beauty

and you follow, for you do not know any better

But there will always be cracks

Roots that defy the pot where they have planted you

and arms that bend to your whim

Yet they cut you down still

and you believe them again