sjsprWriting

Kvon Shak is the best <3

I dream of a future where I publish discoveries and insights. Where those who read my articles marvel at the work I am helping to conduct, because discovery is rarely a solo-gig. I dream of a day where the fruits of my labor culminate into a quiet paper that screams of revelations.

I dream of being a researcher, of publishing scientific journal entries, of understanding this world just a little bit more, of sharing that knowledge. When I look into the future, it is with a ho...

bites of life that nip at the heart and collect under your fingernails,

 you burst at every turn.

 your fingertips tingle and scald

 with the sickly-sweet, cotton candy warmth

 from the inferno you've risen.

your pores spill and soak colors,

 an unprincipled and debauched rainbow

 that forms only in the corners of stygian rooms,

behind closed doors that never welcome during the day.

There is a word for everything. I know it doesn't seem like it, but there is. From a type of cloud to a group of birds, and that feeling you had almost forgotten, there is a word that serves only to mean just that. From time to time I come across a word that encompasses something that would otherwise take hundreds of words for me to explain. Just one word and, poof, you understand. When I find these words, for a second I get excited, knowing that somebody before me...

 Your hands find their way to my twisted hips and I can feel them on my rigid bones,

pulling me into worlds I‘ve known all too well:

Secret realms hidden beneath the creases at the foot of my bedsheets

I welcome the feel of your skin on my fingertips,

crashing, waves on the shores of Rincon.

If I wasn’t four drink...

I don't know what to write anymore.

Where's the beauty in that? 

No character. 

No story.

No conflict. 

I'm at a loss. Not for words, but for thoughts. 

All of it. Dull. Monotonous. Repetitive. 

I want to break away from this routine. 

Forgotten calls,

Missed calls,

Never thought that would be the last call.

Panicked calls,

Distant calls,

Unsettling,unanswered calls.

Locked doors

Unanswered doors

Broken down doors

Ambulance doors

Cold metal doors.

Empty house.

Empty space.

With a now empty bed.

Empty air where a sigh of relief could have gone

But didn’t.

En la ventana de mi casa

Se posaron dos palomas

Buscando qué comer

Al abrir la ventana

Se fueron volando

Yéndose sin comer

Dejándome sola y con una gran tristeza.

...

I see you,

dubiously,

reluctantly,

shamefully,

under the Vineyard.

Its textured, crisp thickets enveloping your

derelict and belligerent corpse.

Your neck is gaunt,

your voice wrung, swallowed by the crows,

their shrills biting at your doused countenance.

Your hands are ploughed into roots,

your he...

I can't hear anything with rage in my ears,
and the sound of it building a permanent home there deafens any reason.

(You sound like you've swallowed gravel and stuffed it into your heart.)

Don't try to stop me, don't try to calm me down, don't stifle my words
- and let them overflow like bubbles that push past the brim of a glass after the champagne has been poured. 

(I'll kiss you tenderly and sound, then push ...