crack in the wall

a crack in the wall

shakes the security

of the house

a drip leaks from above

until it’s a sea

of a broken love

and a corrupted mind

left behind

The Box and The Ball

The box is blue.

Inside the box is a ball.

The ball is red.

The ball doesn’t want to be inside the box.

The ball would much rather be inside a red box.

The ball jumps.

The box doesn’t move.

The ball learns to accept that it is stuck with the blue box.

The box doesn’t want the red ball to be inside it.

The box tries to open.

The box is stuck.

The box tries to crush the ball.

The box can’t get rid of it.

The box learns to accept that it is stuck with the red ball.

A yellow car comes.

In one movement, the yellow car crushes the blue box.

The blue box crushes the red ball.

The red ball suffocates.

If only, the yellow car had avoided them.

If only, the blue box had opened up.

If only, the red ball had jumped out.

Sober [Poem]

The rails are screaming,

Calling for my eyes,

For my lungs,

For my heart,

And I am hugging the planks,

Telling them thanks

for being there,

Or rather being the only ones

who cared,

And I am hugging the green,

Wishing not to be seen,

For it to be over,

And to make my mind sober

of your alcohol–

Oh no.

I’m fire in the sky,

A flare of goodbye,

A firework of cries,

A candle of lies —

Sober.