One Last Stop
When the last fullstop was fired the drumbeat stops. Silent is the battle zone. Soldier 1 speaks to Soldier 2. _“Hey, do you think that our hands can finally…
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165 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Farewell to Ficly: A Sentiment Expressed In Text On A Screen
There isn’t much that’s left to say, but there isn’t much that’s right to say either. __________________________________________________________________________…
triptych #1
I. When your fingers have traced the spirit who/which lingered about you and when all your tongues have been tied begin the fall. When in a vacuum remember a…
masses
all the seats have been taken. you are left standing behind right where the men held you down with their hands on your ankles, on body parts you used to…
untitled
asking to be broken and bent you engaged yourself in combat with new experiences and spent your little time chasing words through your oceans of yore. for you…
iris
Do you look yourself in the mirror at night? Not to see if your hair is unkempt, or if you’ve put on/lost/ misplaced any weight, or if you’ve turned into…
Hit And Miss
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I missed the way you made me feel like dirt. The way you, like children in a garden unknowingly trampled upon my snail’s…
ctrl + c
you only live once you have been seen you live when you’ve been what you are: not another copy not something you’re not but feel you must be
spark
once the whole of london bowed to a single flame one night many years ago tonight, I feel again the crackle of tinder the small warmth of writing
leaf
much like searching for myself in photos of crowds in the Straits Times, I found myself standing before intersections watching cars, red lights, trails of…
19 july blog poem
I. the bigger they are the harder they fall after all the worst kind of losses are unsatisfying victories take it all in just to throw it all out I ran 6…
haze poem
1 2 371 400 problems in a three hour average (and that’s just an estimate). and soon, it catches up to me and soon, it all disappears and as soon as the lights…
april may june poem
like steam: transient, transparent. I float in transit between imaginary stations. It feels like I’ve been here forever: just watching endless montages of…
grainy
it is far too late to rebuild mountains. clutch the sands and your fingers are a sieve. a million grains falling past, a million grains running. it flows and…
trip
I. rekindle projection a meeting between ships and seafloor long-lost relatives coming together all stuck together in a foreign land freezing like antarctica…
fortune
1. You can fix it with a little extra energy and a positive attitude 2. Don’t fix it if it isn’t broken 3. It’s fun to do the impossible sometimes 4. Land is…
stop light
The wandering merchants peddle their wares weary from the sale of innocence. Wet from the rain, dry from the storm, the scent of green backs light the way. The…
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this was terribly embarassing this was terribly embarassing this was terribly embarassing this was terribly embarassing this was terribly embarassing this was…
crying teenage awkward boy finishes in the comments
It would be much better to be a woman, because women it seems, are expected or at least allowed, to show some form of sympathy: some stream of tears that flows…
sealed
(i) shitface fucking cunt look the other way look at you looking at me fuck off fuck face (ii) I never wanted everything to end up anything like this somewhere…