voice 25: yearning.

The moon and I are one, waiting to be kissed by the light. A paradox, as we only live in the dim. The rose and I are one, waiting to see the world. A paradox, as we are only beautiful when killed. The sea and I are one, waiting to cross the shore. A paradox, […]

Read More

voice 24: xenophobia.

In the name of patriotism, my birth is given. I’m nourished, fed with hate and bigotry. Stop holding processions against me, you’ll still end up voting for me. How can I forget the outsiders? The ones who dirt my land. My face cringes at these peasants, who think the flowers they sow, is theirs to keep. […]

Read More

voice 23: wonder.

Behold, the beauty of the world, in the big and the small. Gasp, the intricacy, in the grand and the simple. Always in search of a brink, the one that pours inspiration. Gentlemen and ladies, dip your handkerchiefs and rejoice. Appreciation is an art, lost in the vicious cycle of woe. Such a shame, the […]

Read More

voice 22: valor.

I have fire inside my iris, burning the vision ahead. I have danger inside my heart’s chamber, hugging the death ahead. I seek no end, that ends in mid. I seek no beginning, that begins in tears. This one time offer, is not a bed to rest. This one time offer, is a field to battle. […]

Read More

voice 21: umbrage.

Don’t pierce your needle, on my skin. Don’t pierce your comments, on my life. I am allergic to the world, the world you live in. I sneeze and cough, at your existence. My temper is short-lived, like the butterfly in your garden. My tolerance dead, like the flowers on your grave. I’m not apologetic for […]

Read More