Category: Poetry

  • Words – they mean things

    Big, like an enthusiastic move like today’s news like my dreams my energy, like my blues Bright, in my eyes, like the light in my room Soft, like my touch, like my shadow like my heart like my voice Deep, like my soul like your sleep like my love like the ocean; a cliché we…

  • Hustle, bustle, and in-betweens

    Hustle, bustle, and in-betweens

    Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes so in the in betweens I find distraction a shooting star, a deep inhale walk for ten miles and then exhale The dazzling light of the city attracts me like a moth east or west, poetry is a sunset, art the subtle contrast against the dark triggers my…

  • More smiles, fewer tears this new year

    And so here it is, a new year, and with it all the renewed hopes and dreams we carried over. Last year, I saw thousands of colors up in the sky, up close and from afar. And despite my life throes, I enjoyed their charm; that appeal that only sunrises and sunsets have.  Last year,…

  • In all my wishes
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    In all my wishes

    I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart, saying you couldn’t come by after disrupting my time I wish you would’ve seen the excitement on my face cause I hadn’t seen you in twelve days and it was overdue having you in my bed feeling your embrace…

  • You’re not weak
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    You’re not weak

    In a world where, once upon a time, some human gave way to who and what we’re meant to be night or day: You’re not weak for feeling the motions You’re not weak for feeling the weight of life more than other humans may You’re not weak for seeking help The same way you’re not…