The wind never talked to me but she used to always tickle my stomach while I’d laugh like a maniac when I was a little kid. Sure, I had never heard her but she was my best friend. I think we both understood each other way better than most people would. They never heard me […]
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Skin
Your skin tastes like mumbling blue berries trapped inside sea shells, skies falling upon your collarbones Did you really believe that the weight of this world could shatter you? You carry butterflies inside your stomach You love like tomorrow is but a fable Tell me, do you not shudder when you think of the end? […]
Weakening
Teal skies peeling off their skin Their mouth is dripping with diamonds They smell like paradise under the yellow sun The chair is paper, it crumbles beneath my weight My hair tastes of wood Orange juice splattered across the counter A broken hand caressing the flower vase The floor is water and I slip I […]
Daylight
Daylight is the kind of hope fumbling for words simply because you don’t give her enough space to expand her lungs and search for the sun rays like an infant trying to pronounce the alphabet. She’s waiting on the other end while darkness covers you head to toe, she calls out to you while you […]
Staircase to Earth
Hell. All this time, he spoke to me in varied hues of oranges and reds. He whispered in flames that burned my head, he moved about in a curfew that swept my need for fresh air. I am a tree, with a broken heart carved on my stomach. The knots of insomnia tighten around my […]
D I V I D E
The gap between my teeth widens I’m six years of carelessness and a body clothed in flesh My flesh is skin and a human anatomy I’m yet to understand My flesh is carrot juice and French fries My flesh is a subtraction of the numerical, perhaps the only confusion in my life My flesh is […]
YOU
The metaphysics of my existence circumvent the physiology that reeks of me. My nose, my ears, my mouth and my hands are tales that hum Mozart across park benches on a windy afternoon. There is a moon that grows in the middle of my chest, it grows until writing feels like playing the piano and […]
Open Up
When they say, ‘Open up!’ what I see is the picture of my heart running like a wild goose in a jungle of confusion. It often steps in a puddle of familiarity but slowly, that very puddle begins to wet its feathers in droplets of shame. How could I’ve been so reckless? Did they really […]
Celestial Boundaries
I’ve allowed Wormholes to breed Inside me Astronauts from Distant universes Travel down my Throat each night Leaving a scent of Their cosmos upon My lips My shoulders bend From these weightless Clouds A clot of inertia rests In the back of my Head Petals wither Where your touch Once bloomed My ribcage leaks Stardust […]
The Question Mark
I remember the Colorful question Mark in my old Sketchbook from When I was 13 A clueless rhythm Shook me to the Core while the Sea failed to kiss The shore I stood still My feet crushing The sand underneath Waiting for answers Then in the distance I watched the sun set Birds flying toward […]
