Monday, November 23


[Artwork by Jon Jacobsen]

Don’t exploit my feeling.
I don’t know how worst I would be when I would retaliate back,
To your not so significant approach.
I would just scribble on your face.
Or I may chisel your roots.
My tongue won’t let you hear what I feel but my actions can.

Wednesday, November 18


[Artwork by Ian Hornak]

The demon in me cries for those who leave me dead.
They pulled off the universe beneath my feet, sky above me.
And pushed me off my bed…
The thrust sucked in vacuum, suck out my ego.
I always sought for love, and you gave me more than that.  …more than that.
You cut my throat, salted the wound, and peeled off my skin.
And let go to suffer.

But still the demon cries for you. 

The Line

It is meant to be the way it is to be, deeper it goes, better cutting yourself with a butter knife, it hurts more, I don’t want to ...