Commence

It’s the beginning, It’s time to get it started, Pencils up let’s write.

Red Demon in the Dark

Red Demon in the Dark VCS You come to me at night but thought you haunt them You are not the man of my dream You are the the demon I feared Long ago When I was a child And I served in the a…

Better Angels

At various points in our REM sleep, I am the toasty one. Or so says Ron, who’s turned into me and is so warm himself, I allow myself to be cocooned for another luxurious hour. Sleep is the night cream against the grizzled, soldierly grimace…

Hi

It’s another time Another year of thoughts Reasonings and reasons Sitting on the pew, Staring into my phone Seeing a blank page Reading to write Waiting for prompts I’m the girl With the gap-tooth

HOUR 1 Illusion of Similarity

I feel elequant curruption stirring within A vacant void filled with ravenous curiosity For a see the inhuman suit before from me A pure manifestation of my purest desire The vacancy within myself screaming Writhing in its silent symphony of macabre lust Coiled in on…

HOUR 1 Session

  Session I saw through your soul at first sight, Soulless soul, Hollow as mine. Tiger’s spirit; Judge, jury and executioner, Rolled into one ball of calm fury. Seeking me out for my own travesties, Such is the nature of your calling. Next on your…

Newcomer

Morning  (from this side) all: I’ve run some marathons with my legs, and some (albeit non-poetic) with my pen but this will be my first poetry-driven marathon. Any pointers? See you all on the hot seat.   T. Yomi  Obidi

Hour 1: Endings

Why are you dreaming of a return To normal? Your normal was never mine.   Your normal gave me pain And heartbreak. Your normal was my hell, My misery.   Let this mark the end of your normal And of mine. Hope’s last cry for…

The Unruly

I know where I want to go. At least I think I do. These conversations with the page. But it’s out of my control. You see, these words are not my own, and they tend to be unruly. Pulled and twisted as they are from…

Introduction

My name Ma. Angel M. Viojan 21 years old. Aspiring writer from the Philippines. A writer that constantly bleeding from the pain of my past. Writing is the best way to express the unsaid thoughts inside my chaotic mind. A lover of words and can…