by | | FlashFiction
There is a line
Once, across
You can’t come back
There is a threshold
between
sanity and insanity
a genius and savant
There is an edge
we all thread daily
to sacrifice our health
for immediate gratification
I saw you smoking by the window, shortening your limited time span, further.
There is a bond
that holds us all together
telling us to protect one another
the instinctive urge of friendship.
There is a feeling
that tells me
you are more important
than who you think you are.
——
Dedicated to Soulflamess
by | | FlashFiction
“Do you… still have faith?” I asked Judas. I was helplessly wounded on the floor, bleeding from a bullet that hit my shoulder.
“Yes I do.” He held my hand tightly. “Stay with me. Don’t sleep.” He took a piece of handkerchief and tried to stop the wound from bleeding by tying a tourniquet.
I was losing consciousness. I could feel the blood draining out of my veins, weakening my resolve to stay alive.
“Maybe, it is more beautiful in the other world. I have lost faith.” I whispered slowly and softly… my vitality erasing away.
“No! Stay with me. We can create something beautiful.” He tightened his grasp on my hands, cupping them together. “Believe in me.”
“You betrayed my trust.” I looked at him with all the effort I could muster. “You led to my death.” I teared.
“No! I love you. Believe me. I did love you.” He looked deep into my eyes, his brown hair touching the tips of my face, his scent, as addictive as ever. At least, I consoled myself, he is beside my deathbed.
“Did you loved me like how you loved Jesus?” I knew my time was running short, my voice dripping lower with each breath.
“Yes…. and no… but stay with me. Don’t go.” He began to cry uncontrollably, and whimpered.
He looked at me closely, bent over and laid a kiss on my lips, the Kiss of Judas.
“I can’t…” I glanced at his hands… I can no longer feel them.
I breathed his scent in heavily for the last time.
“Good bye, Judas.” I said as I drifted into the next life.
by | | FlashFiction
She was there, walking in the corridor, away from me. Further and further away, as I cried out loud for her to turn back. But she walked on and on, with no remorse or regret. My grandmother tried to console me by carrying my fragile little body into the room. To her dismay, I ran out to the metal gates and cried louder and louder while shaking for the gates to open, so I could run after my mother.
Soon, her shadowy figure disappeared from the narrow corridors, and all is empty. I am left alone in the locked apartment with a wrinkled old woman. She tried to appease me with a little barbie doll to play with, which I rebelliously threw onto the floor in anger. She turned on the television to the cartoon channel. The colours of the screen filled up with white apartment with music and voices. I stopped crying and remained silent. She limped into the kitchen and returned with a metal tin of colorful candy. Greedily, I picked up a blue candy bar, and opened the wrapper in an instant and popped it into my tiny mouth.
After swallowing the candy, the cartoon characters busted out of the screen and started dancing in the living room. They sang happily and held hands in joy, and asked me to join them. In curiosity, I reached out my tiny hand into their grasp, and they pulled me into another dimension. The white apartment dissolved and melted away in front of my eyes, and I entered into another world of shimmering bright lights. My vision was blinded by the light and when I opened my eyes again, all was dark and silent once more.
by | | FlashFiction
Walk away, say you are never, ever
Going to turn back on your thesis
That you had proven scientifically,
That there is no existence of love.
Tell me, that love is an illusion
That it is a fantasy that cannot be real.
It is a curse that can be unlocked
That there is no such thing as love
It is an emotion, that cannot be quantified.
Like water, it flows like the waves of the sea
It does not stay still, in a state of constant fluidity
It is like blood, that flows in the veins
It pumps the heart, filling it with oxygen
And it drips away… when a scalpel lands.
It is a flux of hormones
It is the need to propagate
It is Lust disguised as an Angel
Killing me swiftly
In your white coat
A scalpel in hand
Cutting my heart out
A thesis of evidence
by | | FlashFiction
It is a twisted numbers game
A game of probabilities and uncertainties
When the odds don’t fall in your favour
You lose it all, in one try.
In the game of poker, like love.
Such is the cruel twist of fate. We think we have all the numbersAll the mental preparation and agility All the analysis and reasoning behind an actOnly to be emotionally compromised.
When the cards are out, and destiny is set.
Just you and me
In Las Vegas, overlooking the fountains of Bellagio
All is in the line.
There is nothing to hide now, only our hands will reveal
The truth.
by | | FlashFiction
I am a dreamer,
I am a sinner,
I ain’t no saint,
I am just human.
I wish for the stars
Pinning my hopes
Believing in my faith
With all my heart,
I know As long it is possible
I will keep trying
To reach for the stars
With the bruises on my knees
And blood stained tears
I will fight this endless war
In this mirage of white and grey
There is no truth in the truth
White illusions and dreams on dreams
One day. my reflection will be real.
by | | FlashFiction
My mind is like a castle
No one can conquer
It is only me against the world
One against the Flow
The flow attempts to crush me
Conform me into a molded clay
Like plastic clay, into figurines
That cracks when it is broken
I will control the flow before it takes me.
Evolution. There is only one path.
To survive as the victors, or perish.
by | | FlashFiction, Spiritual
Lost in reverie
The silence and stillness
A fleeting dreamscape
She is standing there
… I can’t see her but she is smiling
Surrounded by angels
In a peaceful sleep.
by | | FlashFiction
She is afraid of her reflections in the mirror
It is another her, no, it is her.
cracking. shattering. blood.
All over and over, it repeats like a cyclone.
Every night, in her dreams, her bloody visions and tainted fingers.
In haunting night mares, in tears and sweat.
She is the vixen on the dance floor
The conqueror of emperors and kings.
Cleopatra personified, the face of Helen and the poison of ivy
She is, the queen of hearts.
A deadly venus flytrap, a conscience without.
by | | FlashFiction
Regrets of the things once past
The joy we had laughing at the pier
On top of the podium of a fantasy world
Lights flashing past like it was forever
You & me on the dance floor on top of the world
I broke a heel, but it does not matter with you
as my sidekick in the dark
We poured our hearts out to each other that night
The revelations and reveries of our escapades
Was it real? Or is this all a dream and you are
just a fragment of my creation in a dream.
Or that I am in a dream, dreaming of you, and that all these are not real, but a reflection of my innermost desires to be more like you?
