when i am with you
there’s no one else to be seen
i’m blinded by you.
the beauty of us:
our heart’s finding each other,
drawing me to you.
babe it’s forever
the stars show our destiny
a love more than love.
Solitude
let’s go beyond the heavens,
beyond nirvana,
to a place where you and i
become one.
let’s be the blissful light that shines on
all the hate,
all the love,
all the hearts of those who
only wish to feed the
starving ache
that lies deep within
yearning to be seen.
together, let’s bring dark desires
to being.
Love is Blind
that night
the moon shone so bright
illuminating your face with
such happiness
such love.
we connected in ways
i never thought possible
and each day,
each hour,
i grew more in love with you.
i saw in your eyes
us forever as
deeply enmeshed souls.
but love is blind.
every word that
i held onto so dearly
were sugarcoated lies.
one after one after one.
a facade so clever
no one would have guessed.
and time became pain
for the truth always comes out
and here i am,
naive and alone
hoping that this is not the end.
Love Haiku 1
can this be a lie?
that what was once you and me
was never the truth.
Afterword
how sad it is
to know someone you
thought you knew inside and out
to be an illusion.
who are you?
who is this person that
i thought was pure and whole
and full of love.
please, let me escape
this reality
so the truth no longer hurts.
we were once a team
but now remain hollow and alone.
One Way Ticket to Hell 1
Living to die, dying to live.
A friend once told me that life and death are symbiotic.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means that one cannot be feared without the other.”
Thinking of You
my, the time has passed.
when did it become
so cold?
i must have become too numb
to notice
my pale bloodless limbs.
it’s grown cold.
far too cold.
i feel the icy chill
of frigid bones moving under
dry skin.
wasn’t it only yesterday
when you wrapped your arms
around me, slowly
engulfing me,
finally settling your head
on top of mine.
Random Ramblings
it just happened…
one day I felt like shit
the next
normal, even happy I’d say.
me.
normal.
now that’s a fucking laugh!
all right, so I guess the best way
I’d put it
is
well, I kind of just forgot about him.
he’s like a dream.
every day, becoming more distant
and unclear.
it’s strange.
I feel strange having
this feeling of freedom.
I never thought I’d see the day
when I was no longer a
slave to hopeless love.
the same love I’ve wasted all this time
trying to prolong when it was
already gone.
the one destined to implode
into a tiny million pieces.
a carefully concealed time bomb.
I had no idea.
we had no idea.
now
the past, you, EVERYTHING,
the details are all blurred,
the facts skewed.
I feel
renewed,
resurrected even!
my friends,
finally,
I’ve figured it out!
this change I’ve undergone.
the one I’ve now spent lines upon lines on
excess lines
trying to understand
and to explain to you.
after careful contemplation,
I’ve determined that
my recent
shift in realization transpired
once
I finally probed the past
with sober eyes.
the madman survives the looney bin.
I’ve accepted my flaws,
our dependency – both to
each other and to drugs,
so many drugs.
we were reckless,
foolishly invincible.
what an absurd notion that
we truly believed
we were hoodrats.
let’s see.
going forward,
I’ve accepted his love.
yes.
it was real.
it was all real.
strangely, I feel the urge to
pat myself on the back.
what’s wrong with me?
how could I fail to see what’s undeniably
clear to me now,
what has been plainly apparent
this entire time:
he never loved me.
I created this
fantasy
with my own
two hands,
unstable hands, unconsciously
shaking in desperation
seeking relief in the absence of drugs.
only I would have the balls
to smirk
at that moment,
where most would fail to find humor.
don’t you fuckers get it?
it was all me! this entire time!
I drugged myself into oblivion,
forcing myself into believing
every goddamned lie –
a tangle of lies that became
my fantasy
my reality.
they were one in the same.
once I finally escaped
from my self-induced stupor,
and trust me
it’s been a helluva long time,
I grasped reality just as
everything
fell to
p i e c e s.
Lost
i feel so lost
without you.
only you can save me.
C’est La Vie (First Short Fiction Excerpt)
Note to Reader: היא means she and הוא means he
C’est La Vie
a short fiction written by Alexandra Suh
:היא
I have always believed that life is balanced like the yin and yang. That every bad event, individually significant or not, sets in motion an equally good event. And vice versa. Little did I know, today would be the day when my ignorance finally caught up with me. Resulting in the complete obliteration of my haphazardly constructed reality, leaving me helpless in the chaos I had inadvertently created.
Raz, my darling Raz. This was a very rare name here in America. He told me once that his name meant “secret” in Hebrew. At the time I had laughed lightly, effortlessly flirting with a handsome stranger. His facial structures were comparable to the sculptured busts of Greek gods, with chiseled chin and sharp angles. But it was his eyes that attracted me. Those eyes, which at first glance appeared to be a plain brown, were oddly intense. On rare occasions, if I looked at him without him noticing, his gaze would cloud over and expose a carefully concealed expression that I had only seen twice. I would be filled with an unexplainable, overwhelming sadness. And pain. Yet at the same time, those eyes managed to stir desire in me. After all, that was the basis of our relationship. Drugs and sex. We were such ignorant fools. Grasping at love to fill the emptiness inside of us. And it was our mutual acceptance of this delusion, of love, that led to our inevitable demise. But I try not to blame myself for everything. After all, the devil has a reputation for being elusive and I never would have guessed that I was staring right at him.
After a semester filled with racing cars, shoplifting, and an abundance of drugs, Raz and I were inseparable. The happiness that consumed me during that time was phenomenal. Life couldn’t be more perfect. But everything changed once winter arrived and the nights grew cold.
I woke up every morning that winter break scared to death, left with no option but to pretend that everything was normal. That everything was going to be okay. Ever since the end of the semester, Raz had been living with me since his parents kicked him out of the house. He told us it was because he failed all of his classes. But so did all four of us.
Yet in the moment, it seemed as though fate had brought us all together. A miracle of sorts. Each one of us acutely aware of some strange bond forever sealing our friendship. But the reality was that we were four lost souls using each other as an excuse to justify our reckless behavior. The time passed so quickly then that days blurred into nights. It was an anomaly if we weren’t high on something or another every single day. That was a time of experimentation for me, with both adrenaline rushes and hard drugs. Our bodies willingly succumbed to our growing addictions, which were easily compensated for by flipping drugs.
Hoodrats. We were goddamned hoodrats.
“My parents hate me,” I remember Raz telling me. I didn’t believe him until he half-heartedly divulged his mother’s crazy e-mails to me. Normally, Raz exuded an air of confidence, but that day he broke apart. He confessed that he was still on probation from a previous drug charge. How his wealthy and influential parents constantly moved, never staying in one place for too long. How they controlled his siblings hoping to mold them into their image of perfection. How it was easy for him to make friends, but despite his popularity, no one knew the real him. He admitted to being a whore who fucked to forget. The man whose carefree attitude and chronic optimism I had been so envious of, faded into that of a small child who just wanted his parent’s love and approval.
I skimmed over the e-mails. Certain phrases jumped out at me. You’re dealing again? No more chances. Go to jail or hide in Israel. Your friends don’t care about you. Can’t be trusted. All lies.
Raz looked at me with a sad, defeated look. “They won’t stop. All they care about is their reputation. And right now, they see me as a threat. The longer I associate myself with you guys, the higher the chance that my ass ends up in jail and I tarnish the stupid family name. I can’t let anyone else get involved.”
:הוא
It was hot. Israeli summers were always unbearably humid. In my new pitiful home, remarkably smaller than a freshman dorm, the heat was so condensed that the fan served no purpose other than to trick the mind into believing the room would cool down. This tiny dump was supposed to be an upgrade after living in the local hostel. I had to find a place fast; those bitches only left me 40 bucks. And they’re supposed to be my fucking parents! Not that they deserve that title. By the time I even found this pathetic hellhole, I had to sell my iPhone to literally meet life’s most basic needs: shelter, food, and cigarettes. At best, during these horribly long days, I was able to budget a loaf of challah to last me for the day – sometimes, for even longer.
I stared at the computer screen in front of me. Just end it, don’t think about it! I’ll only hurt her more if I prolong this. Come on… what’s taking me so long? Why can’t I forget her like the others? My mind was racing. The same ominous thoughts had been relentlessly taunting me. Sweating and frustrated, I got out of bed and turned on the lights. I stood there for a few minutes quickly trying to adjust to the harsh glare that flooded my vision. I read the typed messages in front of me one more time:
“Hey! It must be so good to see all your friends in Israel.”
“How are you? Haven’t heard from you. I miss you, my dear.”
“Are you going to answer my skype calls?”
“Answer me! You can’t be busy all the time for this long!”
“…Dump me already. Just stop ignoring me! Please!”
And on and on the messages continued following the same passive-aggressive pattern. My mouth was dry. I felt desperate and gripped the water bottle next to me. Relief flood through me as I immediately drained the contents of the bottle. My anxiety had passed and I regained some semblance of self-control.
It took persistent willpower to stop myself from responding to her, but that still didn’t manage to stop the ruthless onslaught of memories of us together. Everything was a trigger. Everything was a reminder. So, I did what I did best. Pretend she never existed and ramble on. Instinctively, my emotions had shut down and I had resorted to any form of instant gratification. I became addicted to tattoos. The pain and beauty of needle penetrating skin engrossed me. My diet consisted of black coffee and stale cigarettes. And sleep was a foreign concept, consisting of me laying in bed staring at the ceiling.
Life was simple; I worked to live and drank to work.
As time passed, insanity slowly monopolized my reality.
Leaving me stranded
in a fucking
war
zone.
