Lovers (#12)

We share the sins that bind us. The tip of my tongue is the sun melting in your eyes. You see it clearly, you let it burn your throat while coughing lava on the plain white walls.

Wonder (#7)

I remain a sinner seeking heaven – an irony dodging misery only to write poems on it.

A Heavy Summer (#3)

I think of all the pages dying every night in the grave of your spit.

The Man who Ate the Universe (#1)

I look down at my empty palms holding on to nothing but a blackness that has no shade, a hope that has no name.

Fantasies & Fiction

There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours, There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, youContinue reading “Fantasies & Fiction”

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Will You Write Yourself?

An excerpt from a poem, a question to myself and fellow writers; Will you write yourself?

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?Continue reading “Skin”

Words Can Heal your Heart.

Your heart will give your life wings. ~Unknown The above quote has always been my favorite simply because every time I felt like giving up I only had to take out this old artwork & relive the strength I felt while making it ages ago. In a moment all my problems would seem too smallContinue reading “Words Can Heal your Heart.”

Innocence

It was but a flame, A tiny speck of dust. But once untamed, You ran out of luck. It knew no control, It’d perish for sure. It wasn’t a mere stroll, Against it you were lured. It began with a revolt, That dawns with age. You were a thunderbolt, Satiating youthful rage. As years wentContinue reading “Innocence”

Amorphous

She was almost free, Her form turning hazy. A permanent memory, Slowly fed to normalcy. She was almost there, Residing in his head. Yet now her secret lair, Began to wither instead. She was never confined, With unpredictable ways. And little did he realise, That she had gone away. -Nameera. Sometimes we deliberately cling onContinue reading “Amorphous”