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Writings

You can read non-poetry on my substack.

sike I don't have a substack yet, you can ask about my drafts IRL tho :P

A Reminder

Vers.1 -- 2023

You were hungry last night, two hours before the sun was going to rise. Too sad to sleep, too tired to eat. You had no appetite anyways. Tomorrow morning I’ll just toast to the two ends of the old loaf, you thought. a breakfast suited for the current mood, current you. But here’s the thing. When you finally rose out of the cold-waning comfort of bed, you fried bacon and egg. You buttered bread, sliced cheese and tomato, spread hot sauce and made yourself a modest sandwich, without thinking really. You know what’s best for you even when you don’t, I love you.

Ship Carries On

Vers.11 -- 2022

   A
  humble boat traverses
       the open sea. Triumphant
  lacking direction. A cookie cutter shark
   latches firmly his ungodly teeth into a
  freshly waxed portion of the ship. Unaware or maybe indifferent, he
  feeds. He is one among hundreds who speckle the vessel. The ship
 carries on, but slower, and with less whimsy. Needing more
frequent repair, bloodlet boat on the open sea, we’ll see.

The Stoic

Vers.3 -- 2023

You’re sitting alone
In complete silence with a
Clock ticking every second

Now
you get
to thinking.
People suckle
on time like leeches
who feast on your ripe blood.
Routines and readiness and
responsibilities are all
status quo, But why? These weeks, months, these
years, these seconds, minutes, and hours, timelines,
set times, due dates and deadlines, this is wild
Time's linear but jumps quite sporadically.
So sit in silence now and absolve yourself
I don't know about you but time is my
most powerful friend because they know
what happens when unstoppable
forces and immovable
objects smash together
it makes the leeches
simply vanish
I think it's
peaceful
now

Each tick soothes the soul.
It only takes a second
To remind me that I'm here.

No Pulp

Vers.2 -- 2023

Do you prefer pulp or no pulp?

It depends.

Orange juice with no pulp,
brings me back to a simple time.
Time of reasonless joy,
beguiling disgust
and boundless excitement
decisions made on a whim.

When I was a kid I did not like pulp texture

Fuzzy, Clumpy, Blocky
It scared me I think.
But I've learned to love the chunk, the filth.
The impurities
of life

I mean–
of Orange Juice.
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