Sometimes I wonder if I’m supposed to be one of those people who never fall in love.
One of those people who seems like a lost glove.
One of those people who can’t make it last
Because she scares off people too fast.
One of those people who owes it to fate
That she never has a lover lying in wait.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m supposed to be one of those people who just accepts it,
One of those people who’s content to forget.
One of those people who likes her job a lot
So much that she doesn’t become a rotten sot.
One of those people who babysits neighbor kids,
To mend the ragged hole she’s hid.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m supposed to be one of those people who fight it.
One of those people who sees fate and spits.
One of those people who tries and tries,
But will fail and fail till the day she dies.
One of those people who doesn’t know it’s hopeless,
And will always be valiant nevertheless.
Sometimes I just wonder.
concept: I make peace with your absence. the aloneness stops gnawing at my bones. my bed is always warm. nights are short and quiet and soft. I don’t look for you in crowds of faces. I can sit in silence without it being deafening. I can be alone without being lonely.
You’re in every poem I write, you’re the inspiration for every story I tell and you’re what brings out the poet in me.
And yet, I have never found the courage to write down the story of us, how I fell for you head over heels and that you will never even know.
// maybe I’ll be brave enough to share the biggest part of my heart with the world someday
Transfigurations is my first self-published book. It contains a collection of stories I’ve shared on both Reddit and Tumblr, all of which contain a particular theme: people desperate for change.
From Amazon: Transfigurations is a collection of short horror stories about people desperate for change. A young woman is obsessed with losing weight. A man is plagued by the sensation of his teeth screaming. A boy is convinced that the vague shapes floating in his eyes demand that he hurt himself. All the stories in Transfigurations feature people who will do anything to make the changes they believe will better their lives - consequences be damned.
The following stories are featured: My Wife, the Artist, Ouroboros, Malcolm, Under My Teeth, My Constellation, Fertility Treatments, Comfort Food, Teeny-Tiny, and Licks From a Bear.
These stories have elicited strong feelings ranging from fear to disgust to sympathy.
Sixpenceeestories.com user “Kenns” on Under My Teeth: “Oh wow, this was horrifying in its own unique way. I was glued to the screen, but constantly wanting to turn away as just reading this story made my teeth ache and my skin crawl. Very well done!”
Reddit user “Missnarcia” on Teeny-Tiny: “As an recovering anorexic.. I must say that this is the first eating disorder “horror” scenario that really gets to me. You’ve managed to write a realistic story that clearly covers all the huge ways a body can be destroyed by an eating disorder. Believe it or not.. but I’m going to save this story and read back when I’m not feeling so strong about recovery. Thank you.”
Reddit user “Cow_Launcher” on Fertility Treatments: “Beautifully written, and a twist that I honestly didn’t see coming. Really well done.”
All these stories (and many more) are available on this blog for free. However, for all of you who’ve asked for a shiny, Kindle-optimized version of stories sharing a common theme, it’s finally here.
I’m the kind of guy that your mother would have warned you about.
I’ll love you recklessly, ruin your heart, make your knees tremble with intense love and have electricity running through your body from my fingers,
and most definitely I’ll break your heart when it’s fragile.
But I’ll also be the best damn thing that ever came your way…
– A. J. Ibrahim || I warned you in advance, but it won’t stop me from coming in
‘Why do people promise things that they can’t even keep?’ They say.
Because when you love someone, all you can see in them is the good that could come…not the pain you feel on the inside not the tears rolling down your cheeks when you realize that everything you did just wasn’t enough.
You are tear-stained letters,
on my favourite shirt’s collar,
phones tossed on the bed
in frustrated anger,
the precum splotches
in my black boxer briefs’ fabric,
you are a box of chocolates;
every day’s another treat,
but most of all
make me feel,
when I swore on my battered soul
nothing would ever again move me.