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 ofContinue reading “I gotta save all the animals”

Him 1: He delivered burritos

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 ownedContinue reading “Him 1: He delivered burritos”

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,Continue reading “Her routine”

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 — TheContinue reading “Ota Benga: The Congolese Pygmy Who Became a Zoo Exhibit — The Vale Magazine”

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 toContinue reading “In the heat of Asia”

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 againContinue reading “Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe”

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 theyContinue reading “This minute”

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 girlContinue reading “The kids of the now”

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 oursContinue reading “Didn’ts can’ts won’ts”

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 andContinue reading “Different people in different times”

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’sContinue reading “Wallflower”

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 youContinue reading “Bridge”

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 ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”

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 fairiesContinue reading “Adapted dream home”

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, thenContinue reading “First time noticing quietness”

Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But ifContinue reading “Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter”

Where the tree once stood

Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back, on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them cares for them that plays with them that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life and places it upon theContinue reading “Where the tree once stood”