"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)
You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You
Dear Younger Versions of Me Who Still Exist in the Form of ‘Other People’ When I was two, I was exactly like you, Trying to run before I could walk, Screamed, for I could not talk. When I was five, I was falling behind But I was inspired To tackle language divide When I … Continue reading I Used to be You
What do we do when the enemy cries? Do we mock their pains, or empathise? What do we do when the racists scream that they want to conserve their liberties? What do we do when classists steal from those who have less material? What do we do when sexists refuse to embrace others as human … Continue reading When the Enemy Cries
I promised to write more than sappy love letters But all of a sudden you popped up out of nowhere Into my life, you came unexpectedly And never left, merely transformed into me See, we were separate once, many moons ago Not so many that I can't recall, though The memories have faded, new ones … Continue reading You Me Them
Space, as in the place in our universe where the planets are placed? Space, as in the pauses between sentences where the spaces are placed? Space, as in the boxes of rooms we pay for where the economy defines our place? Space, as in the metaphorical oxygen you need in order to breathe because you’ve … Continue reading Space
The low growl of construction The echo of city rhythms The flashing lights on the street The metronome of life's beat Sirens all around Noises, so loud People scream for no reason Regardless of time or season Boxes and lines everywhere Humans scattered here and there No matter where I look, there's a distraction Divided … Continue reading Urban City
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 