You are writing this letter to your younger self, hoping that he could have been less stubborn. You thought your stubbornness was the best quality about yourself. How you must … Continue reading On Love, Grief, Poverty and Pain, Or a Letter to My Younger Self
I am certain that the kind of love that I want, wants me. The kind of love that stays knows I will write poetry about my past pain but that is not their reference book on how to love me better.
maybe you don’t call it depression maybe you don’t know its symptoms— maybe you blame the devil. it must be the devil, or the boy that left. … Continue reading I Tried Calling it Depression.
You need no one’s permission to want to stop living. Even for a small second. You’re allowed to let go.
and when you hold your new lover, when your breaths become the same, your heartbeats in sync like a lyric, and the you feel. your old love oozing. out … Continue reading make him wonder.
what if i am the one in need of healing? what if i love you, so much, that i still love him what kind of hell will that be … Continue reading this greed. this misery. what if?
There’s a sound I will always remember. The sound of a body bag and a mortuary crane. Oh, how the yellow zips clipped and crackled my chest, Closing off things … Continue reading Some day, you will meet your home–
Cry, my beloved country For your children have forsaken you. They have placed themselves above freedom Turned their children to serpents, Cry, my beloved country, For your children weep with … Continue reading Cry, my beloved country (a poem)
“My hobbies include having conversations with myself– Like how I could approach a boy today, Without scaring him or sounding too dumb, Without outsmarting him, because that would be too … Continue reading I love a boy, and he left me– a poem
When I was a little boy, when I still dreamt of being a lawyer like many of my peers at that age, my inquisitiveness bothered my mother. “Mama,” I … Continue reading The Purposes of Writing from a Lonely Place
Maybe I will seek your sunsets. Maybe I will hide ‘neath your air– Your dazzling, peaceful and assuring air. The smoothness of your voice, The assurance of your eyes, The … Continue reading A Soothing Song & a Cliche
If I were to talk about my anxiety, I would tell you that it’s not mine– But it calls me its owner. At times it keeps me captive, Some nights … Continue reading On Anxiety (a poem)