May 2012
3 posts
April 2012
6 posts
March 2012
5 posts
Infatuation (An excerpt from Sleepwalker, a novel...
Another week of texting and midnight calls went by.
It’s crazy how she stirs up my insides with just a smile. A simple laugh can take my breath away leaving me paralyzed and numbed, as if my body became stone in the presence of you.
Funny that while we see each other time to time, she rocks my world, unknowingly.
It’s difficult to play it cool and be myself around her sometimes. I got to...
Just a thought I've been having - Maximilian Wong.
Here’s a thought I have been having recently - a thought where everyone’s a book. You can’t comprehend another person entirely. If you can, it means they’re not for you. The first meeting must be the first page of a novel, designed to hook readers and foreshadow the infinity within. Then after, the conflict, the ups and downs that create a dimension of journeys in yourself...
February 2012
4 posts
January 2012
11 posts
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Watch
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The Pothead's Girlfriend by Maximilian Wong
Hi There!
You might not know me but I do believe so that I know you. Very well, in fact. So well that I know you’re a pothead, and you love the UFC, it’s also the only television you ever watch. Most of the time, you’re on your laptop, or at work, or with her. By her I mean the girl you’re seeing. She comes by every now and then, I can see you both smoking by the window, cuddling with each other,...
December 2011
20 posts
Random by Maximilian Wong
Bruises resemble,
blueprints for the colorblind soul.
People lust after holiness,
They seek truth, but is it really there, where?
Does not loneliness have a color?
In our minds, do we perform our same soliloquies?
Cinders glow in the wind, like a final glory in mock worship.
Secretly, dragons have cigarettes inside them.
Peace fornicating love; ravishing her adulterer.
Insomnia is a joy, to...
Coma by Maximilian Wong
Dad slept half-fetal in the chair. A disorientated newspaper lay below his dangling arm, on it, his watch showed 2:04 am. The room was cold, causing me to dig into the white sheets.
Must have read himself to sleep again.
In front of him laid me, covered in hospital gowns and connected to an IV. I was in the real world again. The fact that I said real world was distressing. It meant that I...
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There are very little truths in this world. Take... →
September 2011
2 posts
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