Because it is one of my favorite poems, that I’ve written, I am posting it again. (Originally here I Want a House Full of Nothing.) This I wrote at a time when I was unhappy with myself and my surroundings. Having everything meant nothing; hence, I imagined a world where living with nothing or just…
I remember the day. Spontaneity was in the air. Sky, bright. Sun, a delight. What a laugh we had. Then, the rain came down and, instead of running from it, we ran towards it. We stayed. We played with it, and we went through it. Because waiting for the storm to pass was not an…
I am highly inspired by the inspired, and the inspiring; by the extraordinary and the sublime; by confidence and humility. And thankfully, we can find that kind of inspiration all around us. Sometimes you just have to dig a little deeper, look a little closer — perhaps from a different angle.
I have been invisible to guys like him even after physical introduction. It got me thinking, why would I let another human being make me feel smaller? Here’s to everyone who’s ever felt invisible: YOU EXIST, in all your glory. And the stars and the universe know about you — and they’re much, much, much…
How could I have ignored the time Rey commented on my neighbors’ little sister’s physical appearance? “Man, she’s going to be a heartbreaker,” he said in a way that no grown eighteen-year-old male should be using to refer to a ten-year-old. I found the comment inappropriate, but said nothing. And, how about the time a…
I learned about the terminology “Thirst trap” from my brother the other day. (I still laugh at those words, by the way.) All the brave women coming clean about their sexual assault or harassment experience these past weeks made me, once again, think of this social media–especially Instagram–slang. There’s this short story I read on…
Surprise me. Take me to the moon so many promises have failed to climb. Show me the sunset at sunrise. Will you make come true that song’s lines, and for me the Kilimanjaro climb a thousand times? You vow never to make mistakes, but human we are and we break. If I’m the sole reason…
That’s me — the woman with the misjudged good intentions and misused overqualifications. Underestimated by many and rejected by plenty. Always seeking refuge in all the wrong arms; playing it safe just to end up with scars. That’s me.
Do I like Miami? Yes. Would I live in Miami for the rest of my life? Leaving out the fact that I can’t be at one place for too long (on this humongous planet with so many places to go and see), I can’t see myself calling this place home for the long run. However,…
“Don’t read the news,” I tell myself to avoid disappointment, disgust, rejection, repulsiveness, and sadness. That never works. I never listen to my own commands, my own advice. Mainly because I love being informed, even though the result is almost always the same: bad news. And it’s even worse, ten times intensified, when you get…
Can’t you see, girl? I’m trying to get to you, Doing crazy things that only artists do. A shadow of your posts appears on my feed, my keyboard gets all eager, girl, A tweet I must set free. I try to play it cool, pretend your face don’t matter, Date one here and there, But…
How many haven’t heard a friend say those words before; in person, over the phone…while on speakerphone? I’ve learned the hard way that the best kept secret is that which never leaves your big mouth. It is extremely likely that your BFF is not my BFF, and if I trust you, it is because…