Toxic People with Toxic hands

Hands and clouds

You lost your childhood somewhere at the corner of Cleveland avenue to toxic people with waddling hands. They sunk you deeper into the clouds. You reappeared here. Waiting. Waiting for poetry to be read. Waiting for the trees to bear fruits and the seams of summer to sprout at the stems of a sycamore tree. […]

Read More

One Hell of a Survivor

For the longest time. I was that kid at the back of the class. Forming rhymes, doodling caricatures. Melting away time with the matches of my mind. That kid whose name was a whisper behind a shadow, that existed in a shell. She was everyone’s bestie when exams was around the corner, besides that she […]

Read More

The Cinder Path

There are some who traipse down a cinder path they survived the lightening bolts exploding from the sky They climb the same mountains that caused their stumble they do not yield to unforgiving salty tears they kiss the rose that pricks their lips their love is chronic and in-toxic They are creatures that know not […]

Read More

Antionette Dreams

All my wishes are far from real nothing in my reach, or here to stay I may have been hibernating all my life now awake as the arms of my creator paints my smile A beautiful smile it is and yet no heart reflects Porcelain beauty, Antoinette dreams my soul is enchanted I am a […]

Read More

The Involuntary experiment

It is not unusual for the internet to give out every once in a while, however I do throw a little bit of tantrum for the first few mins and then grab a book. Normally in just about the time it takes to feel really weird tension about the situation, the internet is back. If […]

Read More

An Introvert’s Handbook

We always have the heartiest laugh in a room full of people we adapt to living in the moment It will be over soon anyways Battery drained, energy depleted Just need an hour, Just need a week and an empty bottle of elderberry wine Take the dog for a walk and do yoga outdoors when […]

Read More

Nehéz

I heard resilience calling out to me through the shards of a shattered window to my seat of consciousness. It is carried around by the pollens of my un-evolved ideas and by the hoot of a crashing owl in late September, whose eyes illuminating yellow sketches in the thick of the woodland area. Here you […]

Read More

The Ventriloquist

Cecil has been planning her dream wedding since whatever age little girls do. Now the days were leading up to weeks, weeks to months. She had a scanty 3 months left. What everyone wanted to know was what her theme would be, “you gotta have a theme, what’s a wedding without a theme?” they asked […]

Read More

Every form of Love

If love was a palette it would have a secondary hue mixture of red tinted with yellow warm and affectionate like the sun reflecting off the red sea If love was a song It wouldn’t sound like an earworm a mixture of jazzy blues and trap culture like a glitch in time that couldn’t be […]

Read More

Every day

silent eyes

Every day I hear a melody of thespian dreams floating away I find a thousand children smile through your eyes and applaud every movie I see before the end credit roll to revel with a swirly glass of Merlot, that’s dinner and try to change the end of every day I lay on the grass […]

Read More