• Stories

    cracked filters

    I just can’t keep up with this life. The whole thing moves way too fast for me, and now everything comes apart at the damn seams. I once had a routine to living, until I quickly realized the ridiculousness of routine which soon led me to realize the absurdity of inconsistency. There is so much to do and hardly any time at all. A giant Big Ben weighs down upon me, each step I take, the louder the ticking. I shutter and try to escape but it’s impossible. There’s no evading its all encompassing pressure. Everything is a race, a race to death, and must be completed in the allotted…

  • Stories

    Madrid

    When asked why I was going there I couldn’t come up with the real truth of the matter. I didn’t want to land on the obvious default reasoning; cultural experience, a step out, learning a new language, using my time to serve God. Of course, all of these played a role but as for why exactly I going, I wasn’t quite sure. All I knew was that I wanted movement and no calm course of living, and it fell together perfectly, I knew I would and had to do it, and there were no questions to be asked about it. Somehow I knew I would end up here, which was…

  • Poems

    haunted

    A porcelain face, eyes blazing with energy She kneads the claw marks on her back (she’s gracefully irresistible) Her mind is a labyrinth of mystery, When she looks in the mirror she does not see herself. Her blonde hair shuffles in a crystalline breeze She has lived with this long enough Every night it’s been the same The clamor more horrendous, the murmurs louder Whispers whisking across her face as she tries to sleep The angel girl is an aura of perfection “She’s mad at me,” she repeats “Because I won’t do what she says.” The creaking doesn’t startle her, nor does the chilling presence The one that sits at…