I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →
Waiting for the Rain
I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →
In the Café on 7th Street
The apartment was too quiet. I never thought silence could feel so loud. The place I live in now still carries the faint scent of him—burnt coffee, cologne too sweet for my liking, the way his shirts clung to the back of a chair he never pushed in. It’s been years since we ended, yet... Continue Reading →
A Tender Tale the Cards Foresaw
So let them dance while dawn is near, a fleeting joy, a truth sincere. For though the ending waits, austere, their hearts still beat, if just this year. A tender tale the cards foresaw: a love he might cherish, yet withdraw from awe.
Of Ashes That Still Burn
They said the bridge was burned to ash,yet lingered where the embers flashed;each found excuses, small and thin,to step once more where they had been. A glance became a borrowed flame,a brush of hands, a half-lost name;they dressed it up as passing chance,but left the room with weighted stance. The air between them bent and... Continue Reading →
Starcrossed
They drift in the dark like twin-born stars,bound by a thread no distance mars;an orbit drawn in ancient fire,between the pull and the desire. One blazes bright, a restless sun,whose flares can scorch but also stun;the other, cool as silver light,a moon that waxes into night. Each turn they make, the space will bend—a comet’s... Continue Reading →
Retrouvaille: The Echo of Us
So here we stand, the past a distant shore, the present trembling on the edge of flight. Two hearts that beat in rhythm once before may finally find their perfect, shared delight.
Light a Flame
If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
