Holes in the Wall

Words

They are fickle like friendship

They can build confidence like cranes and skyscrapers

They can also tear it down like sand towers and waves

Only that the ugly side of words

The very bane of its nature

Seemed to manifest itself more than its kind aspect

Words

They cut different than sharp razors and keen blades 

But when they cut

They cut deep

So deep the intangible wound feels palpable

Mama used to tell me

Words are a powerful tool

And a double-edged sword

They are the remedy to melancholia

The cure for all despair

The guiding light in times of distress

But when you use it like a weapon

It’s like poking a hole in the wall

Even as you pulled the pencil out

The hole remains

Hollow. Taunting.

Her

As I crept up the creaking stairs

To the man that stole my love

That very man

My heart was cold

Owls screeched

Pussywillow rustled

Bats fluttered under the caliginous sky

My shadows taunted me

The chandelier hung

Dangling with broken strands of crystal 

The stairs squeaked under me

And my emotions turned into stone

Under the poker-face I put on

was my shattered feelings

Buried deep 

So deep I feared one day

I would forget love and hate

The dagger felt cool in my hands

But I held firmly

For the devil had taken me

Had possessed me

I stared into its vitreous beauty

My grip tightened

There was no other way

No other way

I pushed the door open

There they were

Sleeping soundly

My love and a beast that had taken it

As I raised the blade to end all the misery

To mend what had been long broken

To obtain what had been long lost

I hesitated

And my will faltered

Images of prospects flooded my mind

Of the future we could’ve had

But I knew

From the bottom of my heart 

They would remain intangible

Like the golden, fleeting gleam

Of dusk’s last rays painted against the lilac skies

I could feel her bee-stung lips against mine

Her soft, beguiling whispers

Her gentle brush like smooth silk

And her mesmerizing, emerald eyes

I looked back at her

Yet I did not feel anger nor jealousy

Instead my heart was laden with

Rue

The knife shook in my hands

As my inside melted into entropy 

Into uncertainty

I was the lovestruck beast

I lust for just a fragment of her love

And to embrace it

There was no other way

Only to take it with me

To an uncharted world of possibilities

A world where love is secure

A world where love is not fickle

The ultimate panacea 

I held the blade

This time with firm finality

But different from before

I did not feel hatred but rather relief

I sighed and thrusted the dagger into me

And smiled wryly

Because I learned something

That love is more cruel than death... 

Fish

Fish

They see the same, cobalt sky as we do

Just through a different lens  

Snakes

They’ve got feelings, too

But we deem them as callous beasts of malice

Asians

They are still people, in the end

We ain’t no virus

What makes us so different?

Yet as the man

Blinded by hate and judgement 

pulled the trigger

On these hapless women 

He didn’t think a second or two

Nor see them as his equals

Tear of grieve cried dry

Mourns of grave sorrow sounded

But never will these souls be brought back

Death is death. Irremediable. 

We scream and cry for our opinions to be heard

But silence prevailed

Ignored 

Hopes of a kinder world thronged my mind

But I pushed them away 

You see

I am just a kid.

And I have got better things to dote on…