City of Molten Souls

Once upon a time
yes, it starts like this
time was a defining moment
a second of realization
that was stamped in
4 simple words

“Once upon a time”
there came an event
that changed the path one simple person
blinded by the routine that has been injected
in his blue veins

He was addicted to it without knowing
a junkie of life, slowly smoking its daily alarms
tapping the ticking needle,
that merciless needle of time
that stops for nothing and no one
falling in the deep illusions of its mushrooms
embodied in cup after cup of caffeine beans
then suddenly crashing in his bed
with a body full of alcohol
the perfect ending for any life junkie
who has succumb to the seducing moments
of a daily routine

Once upon a time
he woke up in his 4 walled bedroom
where pink floyd greeted him with his colored poster
and a psychedelic vortex poster on the next
welcomed his vision
the heat from the summer sun
melted him, sweat droplets
covered his face,
he ached for the morning breath
but it had failed to satisfy his lungs

the summer sun
was careless
he has never experienced such heat
he sat on the edge of his bed
looking through his book of survival
a book an ex of his gave him
for some reason that has slipped his mind
“she probably knew about this” he pondered

“How to survive the end of the world heat?
A step by step survival strategy”


The heat increased forcing his posters to melt
the colors trailed down the walls like colored
tears on the cheek of white porcelain doll

“Did she know?” the question seems to stick to his thoughts
He rushed to the window at the end of his curved room opened the shutters
“FUCK, the world is melting”
He noticed his neighbors carrying buckets and buckets of melted colors
and throwing them from the balcony
creating waterfalls of rainbows, yet conveying
the agony and suffering of the heat

His body was in a state of wetness
the room is falling apart
in the midst of all this, the thought of her
still lingers, eating up his brain

“Who would ever buy such a book?”
when he felt the floor’s texture morphing to liquid form
he knew that this was not a joke
He rushed across the wobbly stairs
their tiles were melting together
forming a river of white with polka dots

His legs were shaking with fear
“i need to make it outside, before the melting
heat eats up my skin”

His body was slippery with sweat
he could see the door
the view was mirage like
the heat made the vision wavey
you see the heat embodied in the air

As he ran across the falling colors from the balcony
all he could think of was that girl and her book

why was she part of his life? why that book?

He ran down the streets
of melting sidewalks
and red bricks
across the screams that horrified him
across the glass that was overcoming the ground
with its translucent colors

all the melting hues seemed to gather
at the end of the street, in a puddle
his body was slowly taking part of the paint concoction
the screams melted away, the sun was hotter than ever

he felt his last breath leaving his body
he took one last look at the sun, it was as yellow
as an innocent child’s drawing of it

while he was being swept away
he saw a paint brush, a huge one
tearing the sky apart and reaching
for his blue eyes that were on the verge of melting

it touched him, that giant brush was dipping its
smooth end in the red of the melting bricks, the grey of the sidewalks
and and the blue of his eyes

he screamed as his eyes melted away
joining the molten magma of the city

once the brush exited the skies
it made its way on a canvas
his soul was alive, he felt the brush
move his blue eyes across the tabula rasa
he heard a giggle
a familiar one
a feminine soft one
that would always compliment any joke he made

It was her!
the woman behind the brush!

She was painting a new world
Pollocking a new city
with the sun by her side
and the city of screams
and colors
in her hand

Through it all
she melted once before
but has allied with the sun
to create a new

melting face


Grey Matter

It was a national holiday yesterday
So you can imagine the morning
It was ghost-like yet serene
All those nine to five-rs or sixe-rs
lay in bed, absorbing the warmth
that they so slightly enjoy on a Monday morn

The psychological satisfaction of sinning
on a Monday morning is rewarding enough
to fulfill that wish of curling oneself
under the thin sheets of slumber

All those cars that pack themselves
on narrow streets, lay resting
on the sides, sharing the same pleasure
as those people in bed

One can actually hear the morning
filtered from the honking, the roaring
the morning mumbles, the scorning faces
the robotic movements, the raging screams
One can actually hear the morning
in a city that is fast asleep

The clouds slowly drifted across
the sun rays shielding their heating powers
“There’s a storm coming” they said
and people listened to nature
to it’s silent communication
through it’s connection to humans

The white clouds slowly made space
for their dreary counterparts
they disappeared as the darkness
overshadowed the innocent illusion of spring

Chills, kissed my skin, softly
like that of a bashful lover,
emitting trails of goosebumps
to relay the message to my body
that nature has turned its cold shoulder

I rested my elbows on the balcony
from where nature conversed
with me about the coming
of rain

One single drop landed on my hand
It only takes that first one, for you to utter
“Oh it’s raining”
That cold minuscule drop to meet
your skin, that moment of beautiful
encounter between humans and nature

I lingered, I wanted more
As I patiently waited I feasted my eyes
on the cubed view, the dust was slowly
sliding off the walls, making space for rain
to trail down, shedding the accumulated dirt

The dreary weather crept it, giving those
shiny billboards the justice of being bright
One word stood out, in white, with an evergreen

As I lingered on my balcony
enjoying the rain as it hailed beautifully
complimenting the music I had in the background
The view transformed from an old street in the city
to a future-sque industrial view with a wet effect

That word kept flashing on the huge ginormous billboard
sucking the power of the darkness, showing its complete control
on the world below it and as we know it

“Money, take what’s yours back”
I can’t recall the company, but
It was literally the driving force
that triggered such a pathetic image about humanity

That flashing image, subconsciously engraving
that word in your head, hypnotizing you
to spontaneously birth this crave for it
Slowly, effacing the meaning of
genuine living

Slowly invading your innocent thinking
with this dirty lust for the green
not any green, but synthesized, paper thin
green, stamped with the supposedly
archaic ruins of the country

“Money” “Money” “Money”
Ripping off your clothes
Dressing you in suits
Placing you behind a desk
in a cookie cutter society

Forgetting the simple
beautiful fact
of a raindrop on your skin
that washes away
that grey suit matter

that you are slowly



They told me to wake up 
from the state of mind
that has propelled me
through the muck of harshness

They told me to sober up
from the natural drunken state
I have taken from life’s happiness

They told me to “man up” 
and be the tidied-up and be well dressed woman|
that they find pleasure in feasting their vision on
How ironic! 

They told me to straighten my curls
and tame that last strand of human 
that made me myself

They told me to abdicate my freedom of opinion
for fear of hurting others, fear of violating social norms
or for fear of raping their poshed up asses! 

They told me to dull down my colors
Since their signature glasses weren’t equipped
with the brightness of reality

They told me to avoid certain places
and head to the ones where the height of the heel
defines the the height of their intellect

They told me to control my urge to dance
because “nobody likes a spontaneous girl”
who does what she wants when she wants

They told me to out my drink down
and fix my lipstick
Really? Lipstick! 
Has our social caliber been diluted down
to applied beauty?

They told me to change my diet 
because skinny girls get more attention
their protruding bones ignite lust
in suit up men, lest not forget
the blowfish lips and silicon breasts
that balance
their stick figure accordingly 

They told me to put down my cigarette
cross my legs, remove that piercing
wear a bitch attitude
They told me to stick my nose in the clouds
because the fucked up norms of society
dictate attraction upon such actions

They told me to wear a dress
They told me to go with the flow
when the flow was so disgusting
motion sickness made me gag 
all that societal poison
made me regurgitate all that
has become normal in terms of 
relationships, mental stimulation
social norms, physical attractiveness

They told me to get the car,
wear the brands, eat there
drink there, read somewhere
where water is as expensive as the sandwich

They told me to grow my hair 
They told me wake up and grow up
They told me to ditch them
and click to them
They told me to clean my opinionated mouth
they told me to write clean, they told me 
to submit, they told quiet girls are attractive
they told me no one will date you
if you remain and maintain YOU!

They told me that you won’t get what you deserve

I won’t lie to you, every line they uttered choked me
like an unwanted bite, like a gulp of water down the wrong tube
like that spec of cigarette ash that gets inhaled by mistake
like that first prick of a needle when you get your blood drawn

They told me….

What if I told
What If I showed
them, the other side of every single line
the opposite side of the table, where they sat
What I showed them the beauty of colors,
drinks, lousy hair, jeans, flat shoes, cigarette mess
clumsy friends, hazy nights, beautiful music, definite
debates, artsy conversations, lazy walks, blurred mornings,
simple clothing, dingy places, creaking chairs, wooden bars,
drinking from bottles, biting nails, genuine

Stripped down to natural smiles,
beautiful skin, naked
in the face of society
and all it’s so-called

Stripped down to what
you always wanted to be

Stand in the face of your fears
undress slowly, enjoy every layer you remove
enjoy removing every burden you had to carry

Enjoy basking in the uncomfortable
nudity of thyself!