Owl Poetry & Prose

Boys Don’t Cry

You know this saying we often hear, Boys Don’t Cry? That men never show emotion?

But you know what?

They do.

They cry in their dreams at night when the world doesn’t know or care that they aren’t sleep

In the nightmares that plague them, the memories that haunt them, in the voices that never leave them

They cry into the bottles they clutch onto, the alcohol they consume to drown out the voices, the hurt and the pain

They cry into the arms of the women they fall for, in words in the tales that tell of things that hurt them

They cry into the nicotine that swallows that pain as it soothes their anxieties and settles like a shadow of hope in their bosom only to blacken and taint their sanity a bit more

They cry into the vaginas of the women they fuck, the ones they use to dull the numbing pain of their loneliness

Telling themselves that a physical release would ease that mental and emotional agony

They cry into the vehicles they command, the anger they unleash, the road rage they revel in as they try to control that which they have no control over

Like molten lava spewing down the volcanoes of their very soul as it burns the semblance of their existence and covers any modicum of hope for normalcy

They cry and they bleed

And on this sea of tearful agony
Do our society’s stereotypes feed


Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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