Phill Ibsen

She found hope in the lies. It was her only abode. The only truth she believed in. So when she got to know the truth she was adamant to believe it. She called them lies. She screamed “stop, stop, stop” She wanted to hear none of it. She blurted out amidst her tears, thumping on… Read more

As I stood there, waiting to take her hand, I calculated the possibilities of a dream coming true. As she walked towards me, eyes glowing, with a perfect radiant smile knitted on the sleeves of her face, the world stood profoundly and held their chins, with awe laced on the creases of their eyes, her… Read more

Nudely dressed, with a towel wrapped around her waist, a black bra holding on to her stiff busts, she sits at the edge of her bed, in her bedsitter apartment, eyes soliciting me, in a way that no woman nor girl has ever stared at me with. They seem heavy with sleep, some sort of… Read more

Ever loved someone till you get bored with them? Spit on their face and still tell them that you need them? Wear their hearts on your boots, and constantly step on them regardless of their hurt? I have, a few times. I told them and they kept asking, “does a goth really fall in love?”… Read more

She awe me. She has all these medicinal terms encrypted on her mind, and each time she speaks, she does so with ease as though she was born to be a doctor. She’s a natural. After love making, she’d whisper something like, “Phill, I get tachycardia when I’m around you.” At first I pretend I’m… Read more