Love prompt
EARTHQUAKE IN KUMAMOTO TRILOGY
EARTHQUAKE IN KUMAMOTO TRILOGY
Disclaimer:This piece has nothing to do with earthquakes or Japan
R.I.P to the Kumamoto victims and condolences to the family
Dedicated to anyone who’s been friendzoned or brotherzoned
Jesus still loves you 😂🤣😔
EARTHQUAKE: prologue
EARTHQUAKE: Prologue
Jesus, she’s still typing…
Oh Gosh!, here it comes. What the...
Thoughts race, dots blink back and forth like tremors
This road’s gonna heartbreak me, so I swerve sinnerman mode
I’m on a rock, zoning out
Got bored, crashed to Tiktok
Tyla, Kai, unrequited love reels, tea spilling:
"He’s like a brother… I wish he was mine"
Bitch, really? Since when’s incest optional?
1) EARTHQUAKE
Hopeless romantic, knew it could go wrong
Near you state of mind
Interludes the Illmatic song
Life became the bitch rooting for her kind
Male loneliness epidemic, my new roomie
Identity’s dynamic ;showed me what they’ll mind
Only one fits all; either heartbreak or light
The bih chose ether
Can’t even blame her
Fat lips, five-seven
Enough to usher the hate in the club
He old, we young
Same situationship.Eleven:eleven lp sung
(Well, we can’t all be Breezy
We can’t all have monkey lips)
So...
He come in correct
To whomever chose him to get on stage
under the risk of embarrassing heartbreak
She may have sensed a lot of woman in him
"My brother"
The relegation that kill lovers
Got reduced to the former
2) AFTERSHOCKS: prologue
I read it someplace:
In Mayan society, girls married young to avoided a bad rep
In my 2026, same script
"What’ll they say" in my ear
Growing up, I saw partners equal worth
commitment equals community,
dowry equal compatibility
Crazy how that works,
even if cuss is the grounds
still it's fucked up
AFTERSHOCKS
The earthquake stopped shaking
and my chest stabilized
No one competed with the rubble
No one evacuated
We just lingered in the cracks,
trapped in formalities
In the days ahead,uncontrolled flames raged
I wasn’t consumed
I was ashamed I wasn't
We talk .Sore. Reserved
The hurt claimed the target audience
Performative arts of itself
Anon laughing at the festival
with abusive silence
The tricks of my juju,
a spirit only seen by y’all
when its performed
Every Friday another act dies
You clap
And that bliss slowly fades too
But the experience itself...
that never leaves
KUAMOTO : Prologue
I was mostly, relieved at first to be honest
Some exits scar Kumamoto's a trench
booking a space was the ask
Everyone chased the gold rush, enticed by californication
I did what men do
Pursue this sunken place
Didn’t want it, though
I regret dragging an innocent into my mess
KUMAMOTO
I wrote to a humanoid robot
about the human condition
The thread was a wooden block,
dicing my soul for novelty
I wrapped the slaughter in butcher paper
and mailed them to her
Hoping the viscera spilled
struck a match,
light a mutual spark
Nonchalant, as we conversed
Anon on the other end,
holding my unraveling nerves
"Be a man," he said
I wasn’t
But I was willing
For my love
The dream ended in a minute
The nightmare was longer
"We can still be friends"
Wasn’t exactly intimate
I wanted to give her
Anon’s advice;
Be human
See me as I was,
not my fucking vice
It could get ugly
I was unwilling
I'll see you when you get there ✌️