Roll the dice, let go
empathize, let your fears show you the way
or be hypnotized by a dented ego,
set to overthrow
your own soul–
what once was pure and brimming with clarity
is now silent,
festered with uncertainty
an atrocity
led by treats and trickery
behold, you’re persuaded;
vessel, invaded;
morality, sedated;
you hibernate,
and you dream–
you’re not awake just yet.

There’s always a lack of
and never too much
intending to move further,
wanting to draw me closer
without so much as a gesture,
a look, or a touch
you’re in crutches, paralyzed
demanding just about anything
to shield your eyes
from the blinding flashes
of what the future holds
infinite worlds
spring from your inability
to roll the dice and let go.


Broken Bad Habit II

that it’s better to shower alone
that the small of my back wasn’t as hard to reach
if only i could pretend
that whatever it was,
it was restricting,
i could barely breathe
if i could make-believe
that leaving was easy
that goodbyes were temporary
that we were nothing short of ordinary
i’m sorry
that this is anything but subtle
if only i could pretend
that a poem doesn’t need a sequel
that i don’t miss the thrill of sidewalk adventures
you and me against the police
that it wasn’t bliss
when our souls got lost in the universe that night
high, on top of some high rise tower
if only 26 was just a number

a bad habit,
something like morphine
shit, just one more goddamn hit
how does one win against
a bad habit,
some psychedelic
like making out when you’re sick
you risk it and once more
a bad habit,
like smoking some stale bitch stick
if only i could pretend
that i want none of it

that you were just one more bad habit
you were just another



don’t let it get to you—
this world and all its temporary bullshit
don’t let it gobble you up
and just spit you right out
like it did yesterday
and the day before that
you know how they say it’s all a game?
well, don’t pretend you’re not tired of playing
don’t pretend you’re not tired of waiting
to be dealt better cards
don’t fool yourself any longer
cause tonight we are conquerors—
slightly benevolent and all-accepting
with nothing more to covet
we’re far from heroes
if not the complete opposite
but maybe life’s really just a set of concepts
tailored with a certain sophistication
meticulously envisioned with all its quirks and intricacies
all its flaws and fallacies
the good, the bad, and the jarring atrocities

tonight, we are creators
where are we headed
if not towards the ends of the earth
the birth of entire galaxies, we will witness
the branching out of infinities
all of life’s ephemeral debris
cast aside
not a trace of impermanence survives
in this vivid universe
set ablaze with actual breathing stars
there’s no space to feed wars
multiple moons, multiple earths
population: society’s favorite outcasts
what about multiple cerulean suns
that burn blemishes of lives past
no more of those scorching yellow rays
stellar awakenings in place of blinding mornings
utopia, ruled not by kings
but by a single cosmic truth
bringing forth genuine happiness and above all, peace

tonight, we take the shot
and dream all this into reality
till we’re finally at ease

✍🏻Sept. 2, 2016


i should’ve just left it there
should’ve just backed off,
walked away,
shut the damn door
and just left it there
rapidly losing ground,
i breathe in
your scent fills the air
i never should’ve gone there
now i stink of despair

in a mental pursuit of control
i know it’s all in my head
why can’t i let go?
why can’t i shake it?
my love, this is all your fault
i die every second
between every breath,
this is all your fault
you should’ve just kept to yourself
you should’ve just left me there

Pillow Talk

i’m not one to demand what i think i deserve
i’m sorry
not the love i’ve been giving
certainly not some peace offering
from a past i’m still running away from
not from you,
nor from the world
not now,
nor ever
you want to hurt me?
my love, you’re gonna have to try harder
this should be fair warning
i’m resilient
not flinching
even as you pull the trigger

regardless of,
and in spite of everything,
whatever you’ve got there
let me have it
whatever kindness
whatever pain
whatever strange promise you dare commit
let me hear all of it
maybe over some beer
actions reciprocated
you learn to breathe once you’re used to suffocating
you see, my heart no longer aches
it has grown cold,
so cold that there’s nothing this body can’t take
this is some strange pillow talk i know
i won’t let go
but if you need me out
let me tell you
neither will i stay


grab a beer with me
let’s drink till the rest of the world turns into one big fat blur
till the straight lines become crooked
till our differences don’t bother us anymore
disappear with me
let’s dim the lights,
melt into the night
why don’t we?
a different perspective
maybe then we’ll finally see things more clearly