Detachment of the Retina

When thoughts are afloat
Ranging from the real to the obscure
Digressing from the sensible to the nonsensical
Sparks linger in my eyes.

When thinking of those hot flashes
Emotions and flesh in the raw
Transporting you from pits to pedestals
Sparks linger through my eyes.

When desperation is at hand
Pangs of insecurites consume me from the insides
Comfort is a far away from reach
My eyes cannot see, perceive the light
As I am blinded by hate
Covered by clouds of confusion
And dark eruditions
To heaven I cry my shame
The devil’s clasps remain

As I attempt to be overromantic
As I border the eccentric and eclectic
I recall to where have all these devices sprung forth from
Hoping for redemption.

But as the cold within arise
I grimace.
Irrevocable, irrevocable!
An incoherent’s demise.

Quicksands

Have you ever got into a series of unfortunate situations where the more you struggle, the more you sink?

Realisation dawned on me early today that I'm doing a Titanic. Now I cannot help but ask the question: why do we often fail to recognise such traps when we have encountered them before a handful of times?

Maybe we are too hooked up with routines that everytime we run into a glitch, it makes sense that we move unto a resolution. Resolutions may range from the idiotic to the wisely, long-term or short-term. It probably takes some foresight to achieve a sensible resolution. I have foresight. However, as I am easily touched by depression, I often take it for granted and lull on my emotions.

Or maybe some problems are just meant to be kept under the pillow for a while. Writing this I just recalled the existence of the words sabbatical, hiatus, vacation, break. I am such a git to forget; maybe I have made myself much of an Exuperian grown-up already.

So how to survive a quicksand?? Call for help, I say. Ayuda, ayuda. As to whom you call help for it is up to you. The immediate assistance you can get is from yourself. It is wise not to step into a quicksand for these treacherous events are relentless in pounding your spirit down and if by accident or incident you step into one, I believe it is wiser to stay calm without losing some sense of urgency.

The dangers are real.

A Sudden Outburst of Cheers

Salvo.

I have finally decided to rejoin the community of bloggers after a while. For what purpose, I do not really know. Maybe out of boredom, maybe because of my subdued passion for writing or maybe... now I am really lost.

A hyena's laugh I would like to howl, a congratulations for finally arriving at a point where I envision myself jotting down some sensible thoughts. This is not a school project nor a job requisite. This I intend to realise as a life hobby.

Am I making sense?

Anyhow, I bid you welcome to my diorama where words will display sculpted figures and life-like details in a way or another. Along the way, I expect errors and excellence, recognition and denial and then some. I hope you'll pick up some of my good stories and make it your own somehow.