Mystique’ish

A tree named Jorge

Ever since 43 Maybrook drive became my home away from home, I’ve watched Jorge live, die and resurrect. As it bloomed like a teenage girl that just hit puberty every spring, it’s leaves, ripened by the summer sunshine, desiccate and drop to the ground every fall; the way age makes a once young army veteran fall into the hands of an aide. As every winter comes, it loses its leaves one by one until…

The girl who died to live

“Code blue” “No, she’s a DNR” “we’re just going to turn off the sound, and you can say your goodbyes.” . . . And suddenly, the hallway was overcome by a deafening silence. Everybody was looking around with utter confusion and dismay. I thought death was peaceful. Why am I hurting? As my body begun letting go of life, my soul took one last look at the world that doesn’t have a place for me anymore.…

Getting rid of the toxic people in your life is all fun and games until you realize that the toxicity happens to come from within. Yes, you can be toxic to yourself; Even, Oxygen, the gas vital to sustain life, lo and behold, can also destroy it.

I believe that self-criticizing is one of the most common and subtle ways of self-harm. Slicing every bit of your youness, to the point where you end up…

Lifespan of a pimple

Like a zit on the skin You never came to stay Prowled your way in to mine Looking for easy prey Rock the boat, cause a scene Create a matinee You needed a riot Before you walked away.

Blemishes, I’m left with; Memories that won’t fade. More dark spots to conceal More emotions to hide. 27 whole days, I’ll wait in agony. For my whole skin to shed And get your marks off me.

Take the scab that you…

Whatever death maybe, is it the end of me? Once I’m 6 feet under Will I go obsolete? Will I be forgotten? Will I be history? In the realm of the gone, Will I recognize me?

Oblivion, the sublime Will I still feel your leer? From the eyes of the world Will my face disappear? Little by little Will my life fade away? Will my color vanish? Will my silhouette stay?

A life lived in a haste A journey so…

My first kiss was a boy called him “Brian the frog” maybe it was his nerves but he choked on his tongue. Lesson learned, moving on maybe I should rehearse and so, I kissed Braydon who was just even worse. He held on to my hands as though I wouldn’t run, He bit my lips so hard Like he’d never seen one.

Then I thought to myself that a kiss is an art. So, I got me a Sean An outstanding poet. He had…

If the five years ago you Met the five years later me, he wouldn’t have let go, he would have kept me. The me after heart break, The me that has been loved, Is greater than the me That had veins full of pride.

This me says, “I’m sorry!” This me is justified, This me picked out the weed That me held on so tight.

for what it’s worth; you’d have loved this me, you’d have had no choice. Too bad you…

Where the inevitability of change Comes clear to the eyes Through the changing colors Of the leaves and skies Where the trees can’t convince their leaves to stay where, Even the butterflies Fly away Faraway To a land where its May everyday

Where the metaphor of letting go Comes to life As the summer breeze goes And the crisp air arrives As the sun shies away And days equal nights Watery eyes Earl…

Three words, Eight letters, Floating in my brain. Trapped in a hollow, lost in Vain.

I feel them coming And I open my mouth, My tongue starts rolling, yet nothing comes out. My lungs get faint, My cords shut down. They make it to my throat Only to be let down.

I’m not at loss for words I know what I want to say But How do I cough them out Before they go astray? Before you walk away?

a·pha·sia /əˈ…

My brain is worn out from boundless reminiscing, my heart is exhausted from empty what if’s , my eyes are bleeding from re-reading your texts. Why can’t i just let you go? Why are you in my head when you can be anywhere else in the world? It’s like you inhabited my head. I thought having you far from my sight would blur the memories i have of you. But, instead it made my heart grow more fond of…

My brain is worn out from boundless reminiscing, my heart is exhausted from empty what if’s , my eyes are bleeding from re-reading your texts. Why can’t i just let you go? Why are you in my head when you can be anywhere else in the world? It’s like you inhabited my head. I thought having you far from my sight would blur the memories i have of you. But, instead it made my heart grow more fond of…