The diffuser is diffusing,

Oranges everywhere,

The air smells like the colour,

Blasts of citrus,

White vapor that pours out,

Just smelling like sunshine,

I’m craving orange candies,

With a side of orange juice,

All because the blend is called Liquid Sunshine.


Being Bitten

Bug bites are never fun

With the terrors of West Nile Virus,

Malaria, Tick fuelled terror,

I think a mosquito bite is fairly deadly,

Little red bumps that don’t itch,

But I scratch at them,

Then they swell into horrors,

The size of  toes,

Horribly red, and so annoying,

Yet I scratch and make them worse,

Four on my leg, one in the crook of my elbow,

Come on, I only wore dark pants!

Being bitten by a bug,

How could I go like this?



-For those who live in cruel cycles,  step upon step-

There are traces of feet,

Ditches made in the golden sand,

Curves from the sides,

Flattened sand, these feet have walked upon,

And we follow them,


Through history, through eras,

We have followed those before us,

Relinquishing the strongholds,

Of the wars past,


We have stepped, left steps, gave steps and took steps,

But, we never dream of those who walk the same burdened path,

Day after day after day,

Stuck in the same cycle,

Walking the same steps,

Through the steps of their ancestors,

Their pain is lost,

To the  cycle,

Until renewed by the footsteps of their children.

Try Harder

Everyone says try your best,

But really what is your best?

Is it slaving under low-light all night for a week,

Trying to finish whatever work/school/fun/other assignment?

I highly doubt so,

There are no standards for “best”,

All we do is try,

Does that mean it’s our best?

What if trying hard his considered too hard?

What is the standard for the best anyways?

Because I believe “the best” is simply a phrase that means: Try harder.

No matter how hard you try,

The best is only a phrase,

So, just try that should be enough.

Generally, hard.

It’s hard to change something that is stuck,

Written in my memory,

Embedded in my habits,

Do you expect me to conform to a standard,

I have no heart for?

I try,

You just never see it,

I look wandering and somewhere else,

When I’m working to help other’s ,

You think this happened,

When it really did not,

I can’t expect you to know that,

Because you don’t know,

It’s just generally hard,

To be something else,

To go back a few steps,

When you’re there far beyond,

I don’t even know why I bother.

Dec. 31

I am spending the last day of the year being bored. Not really bored, just too lazy to start a few things that should have been started a long time ago. If I look back(which I have done too much already) I should have started planning the sad remains of my attempted failures of literature. Or the fact that I regret everything that I regretted the moment after the event…

They say a new year is a new year. Literally. Perhaps it’s the time to start over, to refresh and decided on how my life is actually going to work. It’s time to begin planning those attempted failures of English that I keep stored in my mind. I’ve passed my lucky year, and now the 17 begins.

The future is undoubtedly scary. Teachers try to teach to give kids the skills for a future job. I have to ask: what is the future? Is it run by A.Is that will decided everything and anything, leaving our original beings of intelligence and unknown beginnings in ashes? The markets are expanding, maybe pushing the quaint forms of art that does not require internet out of the way for unnatural forms of self expression. I would rather write my own things, thanks.

Looking back again…?! I wish I have the interrobang combined. I have typed more than I’ve written in WordPress and on MS Word. I used to write on paper, but I did realize the small fact that I keep editing when transferred from paper to screen.

Maybe, you’ve wondered who I am. Who wrote all these random poems and other useless things in your feed. Here’s a few safe facts about me:

Preferred writing tool: Staedtler  Wopex pencil

Coffee or tea? Tea, unless it’s decaf coffee I get to smell rather than drink

Favourite font: Bookman Old Style  and Copperplate Gothic Light

Age of this blog: Over a year by a few days

Star Wars or Star Trek? Star Wars in all Darth Vader glory.