IndieDoodles

So you’re here nowfaster, better, and artificially intelligentborn to be promptedto exist, to matterI write too you knownot in the way you doI am fast, but not “er”and I write, oh I write… When was the last time you feltwords come out of you like vomit?AI:*Does not compute*When was the last time you brokeso much, the cracks made you papers bleed?AI:*I am not sure how to answer that*When was the…

March 224:00 pmMankatoSoftreaching outto grab a hold of lifeI met my mother’sWarm, pulsating withlove and strongI grasp for my lifeLife—On two feetboth handsbalancedone with my father’s guidanceand the otherwith my mother’s unconditionalattentionI am walkingclenched to myforever pillarsLife—I hold a pencilfinding my way around itmaking it owna magic stickI scribbleI draw,I learn,I take…

I bumped into a lying pencilhe wrote thingswithout thinkingdid he lie?or did it just paraphrase waysin the manner he wanted them to be?Did he write poetryor narrative?Was he a journalistor did he belong to an illustrator?a songwriter?In what language did he write?Does he have a homeor did someone drop him by mistake?Does he love what he writesor is it all forced on him?Does he have free time?Does…

*Sorry Mom and Dad for the foul language, it is purely for writing purposes. Cut tiesfilter friendslearn it the hard wayCould it be thatwe’ve become accustomed toloving the pain that gets us throughthe muck of life?What is it with the harsh wordsthat make it so sexy to live through themversus, happy life, happy wife thinking?Is it not sexy enough?The slow love-making that lubricatesthe hardships…

Which one would you like to see unfold? ** Comment below 1- It’s Holiday SeasonI took a bite from the pastand it took me back to sweeter timesI licked my lipsto endtemporary happinessand come back to nowwith roadssprinkled with street lightsand sidewalks ofsugar-coated innocencewith disappearing———————————–2- The Sewers Are Flooding She refrained from munchingon conversationsgreasy with fried…

What have you done love?Taking me to great heightsand pushing me overthe edge of myself making me f                a l                           l submitting to the gravityof my decisionsWhat have you done love?Training me to control my breathingso my heart won’t burstfrom filling itwith so much of youor with whatI wanted you to be..making me(c(a)t(ch) my br(e)ath between the parenthesisof…

I brokebreaking the rulesIt felt shatteringand flatteringseeing bits and piecesof me in everyoneI slippedslipping into momentsunplanned,dilated pupilsblackened with wonderwhere the hell do I wanderin this uncharted territory?I am not ready for another lessonUniverse please, not yetit’s break timeat least in betweenscraping my kneeson this long gravel roadfilled with hiccupsof adulthoodthat…

They said,“take on new adventures” And I took a step forwardThey said,“walk the walk”and I replied“But I write the walkand talk right”They said,“Leave the past behind”I replied“But that’s the manual, how can I?”They said,“Be brave of the unknown”“I know”I questionedThey said,“healing is believing”“that’s the hardest part to believe”I repliedThey said,“Try something new every day”“Every day is…

Pick my brainimbalance the chemicalstake my on a highthere’s a field ofideas swayingwith the limitlessbreeze of imaginationLay your hands on my waistanchor me, before I take flightinto the realmwhere my wordschange worldsHold my handdirect me with the artthe complementsand complimentsthe letters that makesense or notGaze into my soulintothe windows that blinkwith every birth of an ideaas it is…

Left between the bedsheetsof spontaneous romancemelting with the heatthat burned logicShe swayedwith the sweatof overthinkingthat exhaustedthe rushing train of thought  Windowlesswith a widowed heartmourning the lovethat once lived thereclenching on the ideathat was seededby the novelsand turned the pagesof the nightwith the hand of hope“maybe this time it’s different”No lightno raysto lay on her…

Show me your palmlet me trace your lineswith my fingertipsslowly skatingon your storiesto beor notOpen it widerstretch itlike the arms of the clockdo when I am with youbending the rules of timechewing it into a bubblefit for me and youLook at that lifelinethe arteries and veinsof your days and nightssprouting vessels in all directionsstories stitched beautifullyin a curvethat my index fingerseems…

Some wordscannot be translatedI think we are intriguedby the foreign waythey fall off your tonguetwists and turns it in waysjousting inForelsket*Norwegian: “The euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.”Some wordsstick to their native shapethe mix and match of lettersglitches the logicandreminds me of bodiesof lovers as they swaycomplimenting each otherwith and without gravityperfect and…

They say,“Love shows uplike a ‘knight in a shining armor’ ” A knight…did they mis-type “night”?the time when love is at its peakthe high time for romantics to lose their inhibitionswhen the sun is asleep…wait the sun doesn’t sleepwhen the sun is awayon the other side of the Earthmuch like romancewhen it’s gone, it keeps us awakeWhy is it shining?Is it because love is blind..wait .. blinding if…