The Gardner

The Gardner – that made me, you and the bellowing universe amidst a poetry of Creation, a scream of magnificence.

Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.Continue reading “Night Creatures”

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of independence & french fries

i grew up as independent as the roof on my head, but i still needed the walls to float i sometimes feel like the plants sittingoutside my window, just observing my life maybe this is just an astral lie or maybe im a stray dog looking for a shed to sleep under im a windowContinue reading “of independence & french fries”

Privilege

The sight of a bird looking down upon the travelers lost on the road, that is what my vision can capture The crisp white bed sheets adorning my bed are smoother than the lines upon their young faces The sun shines in my part of the world so that my hair gets rid of theContinue reading “Privilege”

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 youContinue reading “Daylight”

The Prayer

There are mosquito bites all over my feet The itch grows like climbers around my knees My veins circle the heart My hands run out of control I’m spinning in this web of my creation I’m a collector like spiders Except that I don’t devour upon my hosts I watch them grow out of theirContinue reading “The Prayer”

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 isContinue reading “D I V I D E”

MY FIRST HEART BREAK

A burglary happened on your lips while you had your eyes closed. Maybe that’s why kisses are stolen these days, not planted. You say heart breakers are bullies who will never be happy again, tell me, what do you truly know about being one? We can be poets for all you know, making you cryContinue reading “MY FIRST HEART BREAK”

COLLECTING CAGES

My hands are stories you never read Long, slender and painted red An estuary within me connects to you Not the whole ocean inside of me Pandora’s Box lies safely in my stash I lick the dust upon it to get a taste They way you slid your fingers under My sleeve Made me swallowContinue reading “COLLECTING CAGES”

My Umbrella

A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.