Boredom

Torn like a paper with scribblings, I churn on my metabolism to live. Like soccer, I’m a man Juggling a creative game on paper, aiming For Maradona or Messi, but still falling short. And when they actualize, A poem is a soccer ball, life jacket, nebulizer, Parachute, almost anything that will Save me from this…

Virginity

In a scarlet red dress and on high heels, Is a woman, a loner, quelled, yet buoyed by love, Grafting one day at a time, knowing that beneath her navel,  Lies a shrine that will one day turn to an offering, Of what it is, to be non-complacent, And patient like no other, letting A…