On Writing

Writing for a purpose, specially one that’s for a long term, can be so difficult to provide an impetus to. I’ve been so frustrated and annoyed at myself for the past few months. I was in a similar position at the beginning of the previous year, but it was for all the different reasons. And […]

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 window […]

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? […]

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 the […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 cry […]

A BANQUET WITH MY DEMONS

I saw fear huddled in the back with a hand pressed against his chin, altering the shape of his pale cheek. He looked beautiful tonight in a bow tie and formals, staring listlessly at the dancing duo, depression and insomnia going at it as though it was just the two of them in the gloomy […]