Dear mother, You killed yourself slowly but damaged me the most. While you were popping pills and taking shots I was crying and wishing for a mom but all I got was dying mother. Dear mother, You made my life hell while you threw me away... (more »)
For the longest of time, I’ve been pen ink blue. Hard to convey myself and hard for others to understand me. I’m misunderstood… Knowing I made mistakes, knowing I can do better, and knowing what to do… Just like the hard surface of... (more »)
Again she feels utterly alone and lost in her own mind. Crying she reaches for the small metal object and hesitantly pushes the blade across her skin. He enters as the blood flows from her wrist and even though she's broken her promise he pulls... (more »)
You were everything I'd ever dreamed.
Tall, smart, handsome.
But not once did I hear you speak.
A nod was all you gave me.
But it was more than enough.
You don't know me, but I love you.
You come from a different... (more »)
Helplessness as i see the headlines blinking. blinking. We blink as we fathom the crime. ‘One more’. ‘One more’ in the line of others, but this time, he was of my colour. He was shot for the hue of his skin, my skin- he will... (more »)
I am a girl full of many wishes
I am a girl who speaks for the unheard voices
I am a girl trying to leave her mark
I come from the curly coils of my mother
I come from the hardworking hands of my father
I come from church on Sunday's... (more »)
Scrolling through Instagram I see a post that reads,
"suicidal people are like angels that want to go home."
The media romanticises my pain
It's not beautifully tragic
like TV would have you think.
There's no bittersweet... (more »)
When the wind picks up
And the fire dies down
Leaving nothing but marmalade embers
I promise to hold you close to me
On the darkest, and coldest Decembers
When in spring the flowers blossom
The cherry pink flowers will bloom
And... (more »)
i am not a mouth with secrets so big
i can’t stay shut
i am the ears that catch your words falling from the sky or rising up from the ground
i am not hands that paint pictures in the air between us
i am the eyes staring at your... (more »)
You didn’t like coffee
The way I would wrap my hand
around the mug instead of your arm
as we walked
You didn’t like how I shook as caffeine warmed my blood
Try decaf, you would nag
As if I only required the taste
And... (more »)
I am from swing sets,
from Little Tikes and Fisher Price.
I am from the plants in the backyard.
It was full of energy.)
I am from the mandarin trees
the magnolia flowers
whose strong luring scent I remember
as if... (more »)
And in the end I was just a girl
who wrote bad poetry.
I was afraid of alcohol because I was afraid
of my own mind.
I loved your hands so much I put my heart
You became my oxygen, you breathed
into my lungs.
But I was... (more »)
the silhouette of skyscraper mountains,
the forests of weeds sprouting up from the cement,
this city was never meant for me.
this city doesn’t listen when I whisper my confessions beneath
the industrial ruckus
doesn’t care... (more »)
when a flame is smothered,
it collapses on itself
like hopes and dreams that were crushed
under the falling reality.
they say that who i love,
is not the way “love” works
and that i should burn,
like the witches of... (more »)
Her rose colored sweater had small stringy pulls
on the left shoulder.
That shoulder: the same side on which
she laid her honey hair.
And on this morning she yanked her brush
through her long wet strands
and as it combed through... (more »)
there are nights like these
when the cars grow hushed
and sing like crickets, when
the city lights waver in starbursts,
nights like these when memories
become infinite in your palms –
nights like these when coney island... (more »)