Poem 96

An Unusual Confession sometimes, i find myself plopping down on the floor, completely consumed with cravings ready to bite off the head of the nearest creature, it being my brother who sits innocently at the kitchen bar i’m not into niceties, especially on days my hand reaches for chocolate, even when my motto is all about …

Poem 93

Drug. it’s been a short year with long months and dragging days. a year not to this day, i stopped running, desperately trying to catch and fall into step with every other person as if their speed was the only right way. dopamine. i raised my hand to tell you to go ahead without me, …

Poem 88?

The Letter I’ll Never Send It went like this. Dear (fill in this blank), October wasn’t a rollercoaster of emotions. It wasn’t simply October of the Fall Season. That month was when I found myself in front of a mirror and hating everything reflected back. It was a time in my life I searched for …

not a poem, but a poem

Untitled. it is pay-backtime,time in which the days were good,of remembering the fun,the laughter we shared,caffeine we used to downtogether,all yours nowand where I am left alone,a string of insecuritesaccompany my solace. it used to bethat I could say it allthrough words,hands entwined,eyes interlockedduring days of ‘reality’,not endless dreamsor being forever awake. I’m returning it …