Chronicles of Miss Miseria

08th September. 9:10 am.i woke up earlier than usual today morning. why?

september 7th. 1:40 AM - 4:05AM. sunday night - monday morning.i try to write and fail. i set in my mind to start a blog post one day covering whatever has happened and then the distance between my set mind and unwilling body becomes larger and larger. fu…

August 17, 2026, 14:00 PM.The last entry ended abruptly.

July 22, 2026. 11:20 PMWhat’s a closet drama?

A poem seldom arrive clean.It comes in through the windowwith dust on its knees,carrying one cracked cup,one unpaid bill,one mother’s voice pressedagainst the wrong side of a door.It rarely ask for a desk.It sits on the floorbeside the bodyand begins taki…

June 29, 2026, 05:45 AMThe trip was cancelled.

June 20, 2026, 11:55 PM - June 21, 2026, 03:50 AMThe ether is heavy tonight.

June 18, 2026, 11:50 PM - June 19, 2026, 1:55 AMAs I lie on bed, tired and spent from working all day, I am trying to mold the heavy, exhausting weight in my chest into something beautiful, or at least something tangible.

The first box had eight colorsand no instructions for grief.Red was for apples, they said,as if blood had not already invented itself?

This Is Not a Walkafter Chagall’s La promenadeMarc Chagall, La promenade (The Promenade) (1918), oil on canvasThis is not a woman flying.This is not a man holding the wrist of his weather.This is not love,though love is often accused of such public miscon…

safety through uglinessthe phone cover shedsits tired skinwhile I eata sandwich late.hunger sits beside me,loyal as a dog,waiting for the commandto leave.I say stay.it stays.I say live.it looks away,like I am asking too much.~ Oizys.Word count: 44Written…

19th May 2026. 00:35 AM.today, as i made a sandwich which i was supposed to make on sunday night, but monday night it is, i thought again about the strange violence of delay. not the cinematic kind. not the kind with music swelling in the background and a…

It is Friday, May 15th, 2026.Five days since I wrote that all roads lead to rot, and unfortunately, the road has not developed better civic planning since then.

One safety pin fastened to the inside of a wobbly long top.One phone charged to 63%, which is not enough, but is treated like faith.One friend who knows the cab number, the driver’s name, the route, and the exact hour to begin worrying.One lipstick that h…

A Room that Misremembers its WindowsIn the stitched room,the window does not promise escape.The window is not open.The window is performing openness.It offers a square of greenheld in place by patient lines.Outside, perhaps, there is weather.Inside, mothe…

The Bird Did Not FlyBy Tuesday morning, the cage had learned my name.

On Saturday, I am spiralling down the depression-anxiety-low-self-esteem trifecta again, with bouts of anger throwing my body around like it owes me something.

29/04/2026, 19:50 PMthe body being trapped in the presentThe shadows in this room have begun to whisper, mapping out a layout that defies Euclidean geometry.

The Fog Has My House KeysThe fog comes inlike it has been here before.Not dramatically.No doorbell.No throat-clearing at the gate.No screaming.No door-slamming.Just a soft trespassover the balcony railing,through the laundry clips,past the basil plantthat…

Names I Did Not Answer ToBy midnight,all my old selves had gatheredoutside the locked door.Restless came first,barefoot, carrying a suitcasefull of unsent apologies.Then Ebb Tide,who knew exactlywhen to leave a roomand make it looklike drowning.Desdemona…

Bloom: Filed Under PendingTuesday arrived late,wearing Monday’s floral badge.I opened the promptlike unpaid mail.Inside: bloom.Garden bloom?

1st May, 2026. 08:10 PM.Maureen has posted the final housekeeping note.

30th April 2026. 8:30 PM.It is a different kind of pain.

NaPoWriMo 2026 [April 30] Day ThirtyWell, it’s happened again.

29th April 2026. 9:57 PM.Tomorrow is the last day of NaPoWriMo.