Lost connections

We sat in the lecture venue during lunch, all five of us. An hour had passed and none of us said a word to each other. This startled me, an entire hour and not a single word had passed between any of us. It was then that it occurred to me, everyone was absorbed in their electronic devices – tablets, laptops and cellphones, paying more attention to people on the other side of their screens.

We caged ourselves unconsciously in that building to satisfy our desire to stay connected to a pseudo world that does not know of our existence until we log or check in. We have forgotten how to disconnect from this world. The real world sits outside, waiting for us to enjoy all that is has to offer – sit on the grass and talk shit with friends. Where have those days gone? Instead, we scatter to buildings in search of the best Wi-Fi signal. Digital connections have silently overthrown the human experience

The candle burns

The candle burns away, I prepared dinner, something romantic, just the two of us. You called to say that you’re working late again. I watch it as it burns, the single flame dances side to side in the black pupil stage of my brown eyes. The candle shrinks into nothing but hard white wax which I’ll have to scrape off in the morning. The 40% spirit whiskey I just downed could not even lift my spirits. I fell backwards onto the bed, weightless as the mattress cushioned my fall. I remember when you cushioned my falls. You’ll most likely sneak in and try not to wake me, I appreciate that. See you first thing in the morning

Traffic lights

If I had enough money, I would support every traffic light business. I’d buy every bouquet of flowers he’s selling that day so that he may go home early for a change, spend some time with his family, spoil his kids instead of standing on his feet, burning in the heat only shaded by a faded cap.

My lady would tell me that I am naive in this way. It’s this naivety that makes me want to change the world – one cent, one sandwich, one smile, one fragment at a time. If you put enough fragments together, eventually it forms a whole

The stranger

It had been years since they last spoke. As they became reacquainted, her face began to darken. And at the end of it all, all he stared at was a black hole of emptiness

Cupid

Cupid, if I knew the day which you pulled back hard enough on the string of your bow, I would be prepared to make sure that arrow never penetrated my heart.

I would be lying in wait, most likely put a hit out on you, no matter the cost. At least then I wouldn’t feel these feelings I feel for you

The heart duet – to Abigail

1.

How is a heart supposed to love,
held captive in a bony cage
for a crime it didn’t
commit?

2.

I knew that when I met you
I had become a fugitive.
My heart only ran that fast
from the cops

What does it mean?

And my heart
Has not felt such a pain yet.
There is no word that exists
in this timeline
which is able to describe
my pain.
Perhaps somewhere far off,
in a distant future
they have found a definition for it

Confession to my typewriter #5

I think I am slowly beginning to understand this feeling, this anxiety from within. It feels as if my heart is itching, an itch that cannot be relieved or cured until I sit down in front of you. 

You are drawn to me, and I to you, but what is it exactly that you want from me? Do you expect great things of me? Sitting before you is the only way to cure the itch before I go mad and can no longer take it, to fight the urge of staying away

Emotional currency

It is said
that actions speak louder
than words
and at times
words speak louder than actions.
What if the words “I love you”
or “I miss you” were erased,
disappearing like sand grains
carried into the wind
never to be caught again.
It is said that talk
is cheap,
but words
still have
emotional currency
that can’t be traded
on stock markets

Instant

Everything has become so quick,
so easy,
done by the single push
of a button.
Which makes me question
what we actually do for ourselves
on this machine riddled earth
besides breathe,
shit, piss
and die
and make good fertilizer
where good trees will grow
on bad souls.
Everything has become instant
in our war against time –
instant coffee,
instant death,
brought about by a single push
of a button