Melancholia of The Drunk

Rants & Monologues by Phill Ibsen

  • (Dear Crush: Letter 01)

    My closest friends knows about you. Each time I get myself a girlfriend, they often ask, what happened to you. I always tell them, that you’re just around. And if my girlfriend reads this, she’ll be waiting for me, sitting on the veranda, with a scowl grinned on her forehead; just at the time I’ll… Read more


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  • (Wasting Away )

    When you love someone, and you are not making them happy. Or when you claim to love someone yet you don’t make their life less miserable, then to say that you’re in a relationship, is merely a feign. Took  a while to clearly perceive it. When I did, it was untimely. We were already wasting… Read more


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  • (Hooked up)

    “But baibe loving you never came with an instruction manual. Though I swore to stick with you through tough times and tough times. Baibe, I’m leaving you. Breaking you is the least I want to do. Baibe, sometimes, you have to walk away, for you to be treated right.” I sat there. On the cold… Read more


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  • (Forgotten World )

    The first time we kissed there was no rainbow neither the feel of butterflies dancing in my stomach. There was no music: nor golden specks of sun rays in the morning as it perched through dew. The beaconing of hope and flicker of desires of what was yet to be, burnt vehemently in our eyes;… Read more


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  • (Loners’ Diary)

    Of those who cave in…….. ​I’m a soldier sojourning the boundaries of time. I’m heading back home where there’s no hope. Where do we find solace? In a bottle of whiskey? In a smoke of cigar? Whence everyone’s happy parading their joy, I seem to be the infidel of happiness. I maul over unresolved quests… Read more


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