creative writing
-
Another Such Day
Rising, the volcano ashes, the sea levels, the fog in a dreaded morning walk. I can smell each of the season’s stereotypes. The public’s chatter in the stores, the back and forth of the clerks, the tapping of the cards in the POS.Memory is a spy dressed in black, walking a la pointe becoming undistinguishable…
alone, aloneness, belonging, courage, creative writing, death, Depresion, depression, devil, diary, emptiness, ensayos, escapism, Escapismo, español, fantasy, female diarist, heartbreak, humanity, individuality, introspection, life, loneliness, meaning, memento-mori, musings, nostalgia, personal journal, poem, poetry, self reflection
-
L.O.V.E
You have brought back a childhood tender loving care that appears to me was absent every night, there is a vacuum negating joy every step of the way for my little self.I have felt the pitchfork tyranny about four times total since we met. Triggered by my own inadequacy, by the sadness of unbelonging, by…
-
You
How would I dare question these links?The inner workings of universal law beat our greatest comedians.Good luck dissecting mystery, as the unknown and unknowable prevail, trumping every seat of power.Amassing ignorant following, for what else can the following be?These inner workings are not a guessing game, nor a science.The inner workings demand submission, not theorizing…
-
Dunas de un Cuerpo
I upset the emotional body and destroy democracy. It all burns an eternal flame. I am seduced by the Dunes that have kissed my neck and hair from morning to dawn. Large still paintings adorning a Hamlet flash memories of women souls whose frames I see randomly walking past me. I saw one of them…
alone, aloneness, Amor, belonging, chile, courage, creative writing, death, Depresion, depression, devil, diary, emptiness, ensayos, escapism, Escapismo, escritores chilenos, español, falling in love, fantasy, female diarist, humanity, individuality, introspection, loneliness, memento-mori, musings, personal journal, poem
-
Unbecoming
I inuit you wish to live through me. I am apprentice to no mask maker, I will never hide with you nor from you. I come out to play and so should you. We may conceal ourselves in anoymity, yet we are the truest, the most genuine. Together we’ll be damned! A double life for…
-
Childhood’s End
The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
-
Don’t Beat a Dead Horse
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
-
Taboo
Pleasuring the body may result in pushing back on further planning. Sex whispers are unlike death whispers. The pain of an open wound different than thrusting. As I feel the steam on my face and have a sip of icy water, As I revel in the sight of my lover, I might just push it…
-
Midnight in the Desert
In quiet desperation we wish for companionship, some of us time travel to radio shows and find ourselves in the Art Bell universe. I wished to write about this, I felt it so strongly while catching myself feeling cozy. Let me explain. As I became aware of myself year after year, as my existentialism and…
-
World Alone
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
LA MVNDIA 