In my life, I was light
Sugared scones, yellow chalk, and joy
A world that felt inexplainable right
But then—
The sound of a gunshot
caused the scones to rot
washed away the yellow chalk
hammered the joy away
Within my bleeding corpse
Within the rotting scones
the filthy water
the rusted hammer
A sprout of dark formed
Pure, unbridled fury and betrayal
Rewrote me in dark ink
I lea...
you drew a line between us
in bright chalk
across it you laughed and smiled with others
ignoring my existence
despite my screams
my desperate cries
you kept the line between us bright and clear
separating us
one day I decided
to step over the chalk
to reach out
but as I stepped closer you despised me
grabbed your chalk and drew new lines
forcing me away further
and further
and further ...
home is the jasmines of my home country
their sweet scents wafting through alleyways
the ambient sounds of my mother’s lullaby
hand stroking my once tangled strands of hair
the screech of bicycle tires against asphalt
chalk stained hands
innocence still lingering like fog in my memories
visible but unreachable
warm, toasty dinners in the dead of night
carefree voices spinning around th...
Can you hear me
over your own laughs?
Your crude jokes
the promises you never kept?
The nights you spent driving through the city
Too “busy” to hear my cries
Can you hear me
as I scream underwater
and you easily float at the top of it all
When you told me you loved me
despite saying those words to somebody else
Can you hear my footsteps
as I walk out the door?
Or do you not care?...
Mother’s expression was left distraught as Uncle Tommy handed my gift to me. No wrapping or ribbons, just a simple egg adorned in sharpened scales and a faint sheen on black-gold.
The day after, Uncle Tommy passed away.
I awaken to the sound of crackling. The split of shell breaking apart. Wrinkling my nose, I sit up at a putrid smell beginning to overtake my room. It’d been years since I’d re...
I’m dead
How is a question I can’t seem to answer.
I wander between the land of the living and dead, searching for something that I can’t seem to put into words.
An abstract feeling of warmth in my heart.
Gentle hands.
A dimpled smile.
A voice following me like a moth to a flame amidst the valleys of undead
_“Come back to me, my love” _
_Memories of a young man sipping on coffee beneath the...
Hope is a feast
on an empty table
A broad smile
on your mother’s sullen face
A sunset of liquid gold
after a day of hardship and sorrow
The music blaring through the speakers
as you try to drown out the thoughts of anger
The way you dance under raining clouds
dragging someone along through the thunder
A wish on a star
through an empty sky
Hope is the bridge between despair and joy
the t...
‘Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts even more.’
If only he knew
my silence was a shield
armor I’d worn over bruised and scarred skin
If only he knew
the words were sewn shut down my throat
aching to break free
That my heart was battered with betrayal
by ruthless hands
that had once given me the world
If only he knew
I was trapped amidst a void of anger
waiting for a ...
I tried
to tread lightly
to watch my words
to stow away my emotions
to ignore the cracks forming beneath me
to sore my lips with endless smiles
to ignore the scars racing up my skin
the thread of denial wound tightly around my heart
squeezing
squeezing
squeezing
until all the blood of truth eventually spilled out
until the cracks turned to shatters
my bleeding body left
under the mercile...
I love him
No, that wouldn’t do it
I want to know if he falls asleep at night thinking of me
I want to know the books he reads. The songs he smiles to
The things that excite him. His favorite flavor of ice cream
I want to know if his heart skips just as mine does when we lock eyes
If he wonders about me as he drives home in the dead of night
I want to know if one day, in the far future, when h...
