(been a while since I’ve shared but recently been inspired to write again, not just from the head but from the heart… but like you say, “good things take time”, and as promised, “always write…”) For me… It had been six months of outbursts and release, sporadic moments of excitement and unanticipated bouts of silence, … Continue reading Submerge, Merge, Emerge
"I'm Beer for you..." "Oh, for fuck's saké!" "Hakuna ma vodka? Rumming you up wrong? Too... Winey?Photo...Ginic?" "Whiskey and whiskers? Burping after Bourbon?" "Taste of Tequila? Moves like Jäger? Kinky Kahlúa?" "Wait a Triple Sec! Ambushed by Amarula, armed with Amaretto, Absinthe's the absentee..." "On the contrary,your Cointreaucompared me to Compariand honestly,Grand Marnier,that's not really … Continue reading Booze Poem by MG
"Change" isn't what we see or unsee; "Change" is the difference in how we experience what we see in the unseen. ~Mikavelli~ Life just seems so different now Not triggered by sudden noises nor crowds Or perhaps because there just aren't as many around Or maybe the echoes just don't sound as loud Trains and … Continue reading Seeing the Unseen
here’s a story so convoluted that took place in a place so populated with rats in a rat race densely concentrated here’s a story of the oppressed— the narcissists see, i’d wanted to comprehend narcissists but without experience, all i had was a hypothesis so i delved undercover(s) to experiment with it by pretending to … Continue reading I’d Learned to Blend-in with Narcissists (poem)
What’s it like to be your kid? To exist merely for academic bids Whose purpose is merely to grow up and work Earn status for the family and that’s his whole world? What’s it like to be your kid? To get A’s at school but still get hit? With your excuse being that she looks … Continue reading What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?
Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am
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This is to the teachers who put me on a pedestal The only ‘justification’ they used bordered cultural and racial This is to the classmates who sectioned off by sex With girls to the right and boys to the left This is to the headmasters who signed off on those papers Took bribes from the … Continue reading School: A Trauma
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 