Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...

Lay on my bed,Hug a pillow, curl up to the wall,I just want to be held.

Little lonely girl I see you all alone Single in this crowded world You're all on your own You’re a stranger to me Yet I want to cry for you I hate to see one lonely Wanna wrap my arms around you Your cheeks are rosy red Your curls are blonde Flyaway strands on your head Smile like there's nothing wrong Teach me child Why you smile You make me Make me wanna cry Make me wanna fly Grow me wings that I feel from behind Bring...

Once upon a time, there was a little fat fairy. She was a short, squat, roly-poly puddin’ and pie fairy, with a little brown mop of hair, a rounded potato nose, a wobbly tummy, and fat little arms and legs that made her look like a Dandelion Clock with tapered limbs. (It must be pointed out here that the Dandelion Clocks always took exception to that description, as they were much more graceful than the little fat fairy,...

"I love you" softly whispering to him, the warm tears rolling down my cheeks. "I know you do baby and I care for you," whispering back, pulling me close to him and holding me tight. "What did I do?" "Nothing baby, I just don't want you anymore," kissing my cheek, before pulling away. Feeling a pain in my heart, thinking back, trying to figure out where it all changed. Looking into the eyes of the man I love, only to find...

I feel distant,More non-existent,As if I don't belong,As if it's all wrong.I'm transparent as a ghost,I stand by,As those I love the most,Just carry on, ignoring,The don't hear me, imploring.Please, please!I need to be heard!Please, please!Can you spare me a word?If only you could tell,How the words,Trapped inside me yell.As if my life is trapped in a screen,Or maybe it's me,They won't hear me scream.It's just a show,But...

The walls are corroding, there are no mirrors no goddamn reflectionsno hint of color--or is it too much color--everything is white, blank, bare, barren, empty, pale, plain, unfilled, unmarked, untouched, unused, vacant, vacuous, virgin, virginal, void, white She didn't like how it felt in there, so she left; but me, I was trapped.It's colder in here than it is outside in January on a iced out sleety day with nothing to do...

Day 67: Lying around pitying myself. The heating in this place is ridiculous, I’m either producing icicles or I’m peeling all my skin off in a bid to stop sweating all the water out of my body. I’ve noticed a recurring theme in my blogs: the notion of ripping my skin off. I’m not into all that, I swear. “Over-active imagination”. That’s what my mum told our neighbours when I ran out of the house last summer screaming, “AL...

"The internet is just another shit catalyst." "How do you figure that?""What do you mean how do I figure that? I just told you whenever I write shit down I always say too much...practically turning a pen into a spade and digging a fucking tomb for myself.""Don't be such a pussy. And I like your stuff.""You like my stuff because you have to like my stuff; you're my best friend. The publishers don't like my "stuff"...clearl...

Day 64: Shedding my skin and fucking crawling out of it. I can’t hack this place any more, I long for grass. Burn these buildings and walls and grow grass, and then the naughty grass. So we can all get high as the sky and not give a fuck who falls to the ground. Not give a fuck if I fall to the ground. I won’t. There is no meaning any more, no light at the end of the dank tunnel, no big celebration party, no sudden epipha...

The sun’s waking up And you don’t want it toYou say, “Sun please go back to sleep, your baby misses the moon”(A.K.A your excuse to stay fixed in your room)Not because it’s beautiful Or because it lights up the darknessThe moon to you is just the makingsOf a fruit ripped with excusesFor you to lay and rest your eyes in those sleeping bags they've createdIt’s getting easier for you, anywayAs the weather starts to freeze and...

I go to the bar and within two hours I leave. Something about all those people who’ve been looking at me, It's too much company; way, way too much companyso I walk home alone except the passing drunks and trees, go back to a place where no eyes can bother me where I’m shaking on a bathroom floor head unseen, hacking till my insides move and burst through skincovering everything. Sleep it off where I’m safe at least till t...

In order to gain any sort of stability we must first begin to understand each other...but understanding why some people do what they do is difficult...oh, believe me, believe us, it's difficult. Let's divulge for a minute by making a list (and checking it twice, three times, four times, and on and on and so forth):The angry drunks, who drink until they are pissing fumes...who, if you should so much as look at their girlfr...

Lately, I've been looking at my grandpa's face trying to rewind it back to when he was younger; try to picture the face without all the wrinkles and wither. This is the second person I have had to help take care of while they slowly disintegrate and die. I don't feel bad for myself, no...not exactly. That's life after all, and millions of people have to go through with it. That doesnt mean I can't vent about it...it doesn...

I am sitting in my room, again... Nothing is changed. I am once again lonely, having nothing in the world but myself. Blinking, I wonder what is wrong with me. Is it a wrong wire in my brain? Is it a genetic defect I need to cut out of me? I am unsure as I move around the room. Glancing at the soft light of the screen, nothing on it just a blank page with the words this copy is not genuine, and a smiley face of the messen...