I gotta save all the animals

It’s desperate, no one’s doing it. There’s calves in Switzerland with spikes on their noses so that they don’t drink their mother’s milk.There’s people who pet and hug cows yet order their limbs for meal every night. Traitors.There’s cows in Switzerland walking in beautiful hills, forming a normal life, but any day any one of

Tainted beach

The places where we swam,submerged and destroyed in waterthe smell of unsettling drown sunscreens gone rancid music no longer gives feeling you’re back to being a stranger our dreamsincoherence

Him: He delivered sandwiches

Their story’s never complete. It always stopped in the middle before any climax happened. Just like when he stopped talking about the time he was taken advantage of, and she couldn’t pry further. Mouth locked and zipped without gap. He delivered food though, during times like the pandemic, and he went to shady houses owned

Her routine

She walked around her new city. The streets were narrow, and the shops were small. The smell was of piss and pastry, coffee, and alcohol. There were high-end stores, and roadside stalls. There were girls in fancy dresses and men who slept on the streets. It was a city of extremities, of highs and lows,

Ota Benga: The Congolese Pygmy Who Became a Zoo Exhibit — The Vale Magazine

How is this different from the current consumption and exploitation of animals? Ota Benga at the Bronx Zoo holding a chimpanzee (1906) Around the beginning of the last century—in 1906, to be exact—the 4’11” Ota Benga was featured in an infamous… 515 more words Ota Benga: The Congolese Pygmy Who Became a Zoo Exhibit — The

In the heat of Asia

We just wanted to play aroundall day and nightcontent and not seeking anything more Damp nights in Asiajust walking the quiet night streetsowningworld clasped in handscareless, just skidding off fun What every aspiring rock star wanted in late nightsafter the wee hours of an ending partysome things to talk aboutsome pains to sharesome loves to

Our parents’ mood

I don’t know if I’ve said itbut my mom’s nervousness makes me nervousour parents’ moods impact us;the little cells of theirsdirectlypermeablydeeplylastingly yet we don’t see it everyday

Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe

Must I, if I, can Ishare you for a bit?I promise it’ll only be a centuryof love fking as bright as dayholy sunshine, scattered through our bodiesas time flieswho careswhen there’s you and I and nothingreal anyway Let the sound of whiney music speak for itselflet the mad people keep turning up again and again

This minute

And just like that, it goes away This random feeling amid a sea of constant boredomthat sparks that you are a week soul insideand that you’re truly lost, just like everyone elsewhen your intentions are mistakenleading to this ability to drop everythingand to be ok with the end Is this what one feels when they

The kids of the now

It truly is a system of a downwith each passing year, the kids getting lessof the worldthat nourishes, heals, and sustains them.Kids getting less of the trillions of dollarsdown to penniesleft counted by their meager handsskeletal skins and hungry eyesthe world yonderleft with dust and smokelingering in the darkness, with leafless branchesshe walks, a girl

Didn’ts can’ts won’ts

Places that we can’t gocrimson canyons down yonderblue skies out west Moments we can’t turn backlike the moment your eyes dilatedwhen you looked at her Things that can’t be undonelike the girl twirling in a garden of butterflieswhile you got high Things that can’t be fixedlike the crack in my lifeand the gap between ours

Different people in different times

You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder and

Wallflower

Molecules work against you, or for you, to present themselves in ways that allows the decoding of their atomic structurein the form of realities that exist before your eyesduring a smooth ride in bicycle against autumn airand collide with your thoughtsto take you back to being a desperate wallflower in your middle school dancewondering who’s

Days of Bjork, street noise, and insomnia

When there’s sorrow, there’s art

Used pink condom on my high school parking lot

Reminded me of all the things I never got to do young guys with savvy new cars; they’d just turn sixteen and were able to drive then rich parents that allowed them to drive 60 miles per hour on a 35 miles per hour road chicks with bleach blonde striped highlights and mini skirts going

Sea of men

Trying to find you among them in this march that doesn’t stop each shoulder that turns around; a different face Not you Not you Not you Sea of pain floating here sinking in rain

Bridge

Would you take me there… like a spaceship to a planet a stair to heaven there wherever that is are you the journey to a destination that never ends? Can you be the final point, please? My humanness can’t take it; all these theories I want you and I want you and I want you

Funk

This hole that I’m in it might take ten hours for me to get out of it

Impossible

We regress to the never forever and ever dreams unfulfilled offense not committed we’ll be good for the rest of our lives reprimanding the bad ones while yearning to be bad

Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world of

Adapted dream home

What if this is a dream? I’m actually out there, and I wanna bring along a ruffled monster this time. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere without him, I love him and I think I’m saying this without fear. The tranquil people are too curious to care. It’s a place where I’m from where fairies

जुस्तजू क्या है

What is yearning  

First time noticing quietness

I’m walking around in my room… maybe I’ve been in a cage, since the early 90s maybe it’s stayed quiet since that night in March when I first discovered quietness it wasn’t smothering at first; it was curious indeed that’s what happens to someone who comes from the hustle and bustle of the east, then

Age discrepancies

When you look 21, are turning 36, and feel 80