I am a Punching Bag

before you throw that one hit
at me again
that one ever-so-forceful
impact
that causes my whole being
to shake and tremble
and fear for more
let me just say
you’re welcome
that I exist
you’re welcome
you have a useless entity
to ricochet
all your feelings on
because the truth is
I am nothing
what am I to you?
I am just
a worn-out
heavily beaten-up
piece of dead weight
shackled to the very chain
you built me on
whose only purpose
is to make you
stronger than I could ever be

Ukulele


[G]

We started at the tip, at the tuning pegs
As you rested on, rested on my legs
If I could pluck your strings, oh I’d tug it daily
I said you were my, you were my ukulele

[C]

I slithered my hands from your neck to your shoulder
Clutched and latched on as we got older
The tune, symphonic, no longer flaily
Finally mine, you were my ukulele

[E]

One noise remained, remained unforeseen
Our strings lost tempo, lost rhythm it seemed
You pulsed with a sound, oh it sounded greyly
Were you still the same, the same ukulele?

[A]

As I seek the blare, the roar of your opus
I decrypt sounds, wicked sounds of your modus
Inside, you were hollow, a hollow wooden lady
And you played with me
I was your ukulele

Decomposition

i.

Here, make a wish in all its resplendence
Where the lost and forgotten have passed
A wishbone for you, for them, and for essence
Let this pivotal memory last

We, humans, falter, fall, and disappear
We leave each other wishbones
Just to know that we’re always here

And whichever half the one has
An equal fragment’s bestowed to the other

 

ii.

Here, make a wish in all its resplendence
Where the buoyant beginnings arise
One snapped bone rests under no luminescence
As the other awaits in sunrise

You are miles away from each other’s existence
But bonds like yours could never be broken
Not by sticks, or by stones, or by bones

You’ve spent lifetimes bruised, healed, and misshapen
By habits that you haven’t outgrown

 

iii.

Here, make a wish in all its resplendence
Where deterioration is your next enemy
We thought bones have a lasting presence
But they never last for an eternity

Once were they deficient of any decay
Now, tarnished, rusted, waiting to corrode
As you run out of questions to ask and things to say

You would think back to that one door that’ll close
Another one will open but that, too, will decompose

You’ve Got a Message!

It seems quite weird how “hello’s” become “I love you’s”
How my soft bellows became a short fuse
For this instant, cosmic feeling
I just know that, beyond the screen
I find you so appealing

Our strings of pixelated text
Has got me hooked on and hexed
And I can’t possibly string out
Through keyboard taps and a mouse
The words that need to be expelled from my mouth

Call me crazy for falling
In a way that’s so appalling
But through acronyms and emoticons
Exclamation points and quotations
Then maybe you’ll see that our love is like a black swan’s

And all I want to do now
Is to see who you really are, where you are, how
To feel your face beside mine
And hear your breaths break into intervals
And feel electricity rush up my spine

I am real and so are you
I can’t fathom how that could be true
I seriously have no clue
But all I know is that
I love you, I love you, I love you

Father Time (Seven Deadly Sins Vignette: Wrath)

Time is running out… tick tock tick tock.

A minute had elapsed just after the New Year and the people are welcoming it with complete joy. But for Father Time, this brought out the demon inside of him, a long hidden bile stored deep inside the catacombs of his enigmatic mind. It triggered something like that of a firework – waiting for the flame to trace the fine line between a spark and a detonation; this was the exact moment of that. He deplored Baby New Year for it killed him inside. The people that he once thought valued his time are now just lethargically waiting for a new start. And this fueled his drive to a highway of retaliation. Fine with me if they don’t value the time I give them, I don’t value them anymore either.

With a snap, he reversed time; a groundbreaking ploy that would incessantly alter the face of the Earth.

2013, 2012, 2011… one by one the Baby New Years died over and over again, and by the looks of it Father Time felt fulfillment and elation. He knew he had accomplished something.

An abundance of humans who inhabited his very Earth died and lived and died once again; back to their mother’s wombs again and again and again, to the Renaissance, ancient civilization and prehistory. Now he watched by the bylines as they all suffered for, now, they valued time. Until the very last second of their existence lasted, he watched patiently. And finally, there was nothing anymore.

But Father Time didn’t realize that he also wasn’t there anymore because when time ran out so did he.

The Easter Bunny (Seven Deadly Sins Vignette: Pride)

With a last drop of maroon dye and a smear of periwinkle, he had finished the last Easter egg of the day. As usual, he was astonished by his own work taking time to part with its magnificence, beholding it for one last moment. “These stripes are flawless, a perfect fusion of technique and ingenuity. You’re such a prodigy, I can’t wait to see the look on the children’s faces once they see my finicky designs,” talking to himself as he hides the last egg.

His ears prickled, sensing the oncoming children racing to the shrubbery. Prepare yourself for the heap of compliments, Bunny. He thought to himself again unknowing of the group of children already wandering around the garden. And one by one, as he saw the children spotting the eggs he was dismayed, in fact, he was utterly outraged. No one took the time to appreciate the intricate designs outside, not one single soul. I worked hard on those goddamn designs. They’re amazing, no, perfect. Those are the most bona fide designs you’ll ever find anywhere here on Earth. Don’t you just tear them off. They are perfect. And ‘perfect’ kept imprinting itself on his mind.

They’re perfect, they’re perfect… they are fucking perfect. But in fact that wasn’t what he truly implied, what he meant was, I’m perfect… I am perfect.