bask Is the world fabricated from broken promises of a generation once lost? A tuneless song of one’s own suffering to no end ? Or could the world be made of shards of kaleidoscope glass Shattered under the golden light of the evening sunset Is the world built of the dying last touch of lovers hurt? A sad tale of heartbroken affairs on a lonely eve? Or could the world be made of curicules of violet haze Filled with lost love reborn on a lonely summer night Is the world nothing but the bricks of a life unlived to its […]
s(t/c)ar
s(c/t)ar born out of black haze and scarlet skies violent and unpredictable creature of the night surrounded by reverberating songs of minor sevenths and syncopated melodies she drowned in she transcended past the bare plastic of her life the glass shards of her mistakes and regrets unstoppable as she was brokenhearted raised into clouds of dissociative colors and emotions she was a ceramic painted sculpture of glitter and repainted balm stuck together haphazardly she was a painting of ripped and stitched canvas thrown paint and angry harsh unending lines a slurry hurricane of remorse and repent calming into a being […]
Sordid Tale
Sordid Tale it was a story to remain untold stuck and forever rotting within the confines of my mind this lovesick dependency on what could not support was the secret i lay hidden in my heart this affair with chemical indifference blackening and dizzying was what brought me a sense of fictitious control and respite so once again i must retell my tale to the bare few that will listen a question of acceptance and sanity constantly tugging the depths of my labyrinth of a head and i must remind myself that an alternate ending was not in my fate […]
rexie
rexie darling rexie is dying she is an empty skeleton husk a shadow of what she used to be starved and malnourished she stares out into the cold with sunken eye sockets my dear rexie is unhappy her chemical rewiring leaves her forever obsessed and unsatisfied she can barely hold on a harsh song of hate all that her mind can repeat sweetest rexie is empty she stares back at herself she is penny thin wristed and dozen inch waisted a number on the scale free falling, free falling my beautiful rexie is empty she is barely […]
Broken Promises
Broken Promises My promises to you were second-hand glass Destined to break the moment they were set in place Precariously balancing one moment with its still water But broken in bloodstained shards the next My promises to you were a house of cards Bare lies stacked on top of each other The slightest blow sends them crashing Into a black-red mess on the floor My promises to you were the last of the fall leaves Waiting for the time to leave, never quite right Shriveled, color-drained, and devoid of life Waiting to be crushed under my steel-toed boot […]
beginning of summer
the beginning of summer the cold has left, but it remains in the gale that passes by my window the gray of the skies has bled into the palest blue the sun has escaped its embrace in the clouds the world just barely warm enough to walk under tree shade their branches budding with pastel blooms and greener leaves the spray of moringa over tank top clad, sunburned arms begin clear mornings under the pleasant gift of the march month. they speak of the coming summer, the sun only getting brighter and in my crayon-colored sunlit room the call of […]
icarus
icarus you are a golden child among the rays of the sun you float on your sea salt breeze in azure sky your wings beat with the grace of an angel you stray not far from god’s abode itself and high up in the clouds of your escape tell me, what is freedom? far from your tower of stone imprisonment your days of inferiority and bare survival you are above the control of the world that shut you out you soar from the rules broken like the waves beneath you you are a bird, you are a man, you […]
Oranges
Oranges The bell would ring, Snack time!, it called The teacher would pack her books with a sigh My friends would squeal, chittering, metals chairs scraping against linoleum They would all rush to piled biscuits in the corridor, sickly sweet But not you Head down, lips pursed, you would shuffle to my doodled-on desk And I would reach into my bookbag Pull out an orange for us Carefully peeled, curls of skin dropping with its summer smell You held out your hand, cupped, eyes wide A silent ask, to which I obliged. Slices pulled from between the fiber spiderwebs, soft […]
ocean child
ocean child clear blue skies and the sun parting through the clouds her voice spoke to me like sun streaming through azure her voice spoke to me when clouds were whisked away with wind sea salt breeze ruffling the sea and gulls floating on its pull her standing by my side sent me floating on the summer breeze her hands in mine sent me soaring over blue and sandy shores blue waves, dissolving seafoam and the whirlpools left behind her laugh hit me like the loud crashing of the waves on the shore her laugh left me like […]
Cloud 9
Cloud 9 I must thank you for setting off my hot air balloon. For the warmth you gave, for the windy push you sent my way Because now I ascend amidst clouds and sunset sky I see softness in the world around me I see the birds that seem to never fall They speak of freedom and quiet power to rise forever higher I see colors that seemed muted to me once As the sky titled my chin into its rose-colored glass They sing purple-pink hues of the heaven that you have brought me to The wind blows a careful […]
Up on Poppy Hill
From up on Poppy Hill From up on Poppy hill sits a whitewashed cottage Its flowers bright, its grass green And under waving flags overlooking the windswept sea Sits a girl on poppy hill, amidst the pink blooms She throws her head back, laughing with the summer salt breeze Hair in braids, pink dress sweet And I watch her, as I pedal up to Poppy Hill Amidst the pink blooms she waves at me The flowers sing my name, rosy as I am when she smiles Dancing, sprawled across her sun-filled lawn Her eyes bright like the sun’s warmth And […]
january mornings
january mornings frostbitten nose, pink buried unto my pillow window of glass and ice droplets quiet, silent, wind-cold and still leaching into the soft layers around me sun, meaningless behind the gray on an endlessly repeated january morning.
