My Cursed Kingdom
This is my kingdom, i am the slave.

Posts Tagged ‘life

Second thoughts

November 1, 2015

I had been walking separately for several minutes, I could hear faint calls from my dad somewhere in the back, reassuring me that I had not walked off too far. The brush was thick and the ground was mushy from the overnight rain, making my boots heavier with every step as the mud stuck to them. […]

Dig the durt, if you must.

June 7, 2013

Don’t dig your buried treasures out; you never know what you might find. Unless you’re ready to face what you will see. But if you must, then you must. Pick up the shovel, shove its head into the dirt with all the force in your arms, and then use the strength of your tired legs […]

The rope

September 28, 2012

The past was fiction. Future is imaginary. It is the present that is alive. And that is with you. And that is where I live. I want to live in the present all my past and future. You ask me if my stomach churns or my heart skips when I look at you? Even more […]

Hurtful sounds of melodic trumpets

August 17, 2012

A cigarette in your hand. I know it’s been long since you smoked one. Snugged between two fingers like you just took a drag, and then got distracted by something. Or someone. A dry leaf in the other hand; autumn it seems. Although it doesn’t seem like its cold otherwise, I don’t see a jacket. […]

The recurring predicaments

July 6, 2012

One year. More than a year actually. Since you died. You live, but you are dead. Dead to the world. A world that once flourished and nurtured from the sincerity of your love. Its nothing but a piece of barren land now. A land with no light or water or air or life. Dead. I […]

Dream of dreams

May 5, 2012

I dream of lost days I dream of mending my ways I dream of you standing on a mountain I dream of dreaming of souls full of wishes   You dream of an open cage You dream of anger and rage You dream of soaring high beyond reach You dream of dreaming for that one […]

Gangrenous thoughts

April 5, 2012

You are my cancer. You are my disease. You are a gangrenous leg, that is rotting and falling off, piece by piece. But not falling off fast enough. The gangrene is crawling up slowly but surely. It wants to take over me. You are an injured limb, an injured limb I don’t have the courage […]

All is violent, All is bright

March 2, 2012

I paint your name on my wall. I watch the paint drip down till the ground. It messes up my wallpaper. I just stand and stare at it. The tiny drops rolling down the wall, racing against each other to reach the floor. I stand there and stare like a fool. I tear the wallpaper […]

Dream hate hand love

February 16, 2012

I dreamt of you. I hate you. You held my hand. I love you.