you ask me if I’d run away with you one evening, i say yes, i would. so we sneak out after supper in search of an abode beyond ancestral walls where we could bare our souls naked without a worry about being stabbed in the back. we don’t turn around as we steal an oldContinueContinue reading “tales of hiraeth in an old polaroid photo”
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the griefcase i carry to work is empty except for my lonely heart
inspired by two songs i adore, the idea of you by @mxmtoon and you belong with me by @taylorswift you once fell in lovewith the idea of your nameon someone else’s lips,the shadow of your smilecontouring the bones oftheir rouge-dusted cheekswhen you stroll aroundthe quadrangle at six p.m.,fingers interwined in feverishembraces that leave yourpalms perspiringContinueContinue reading “the griefcase i carry to work is empty except for my lonely heart”
It’s 11-11 today, make a wish all day
itwinkle twinkle little star, when i was young i often wondered how it felt to be lost among the celestial crowd in the wee hours of night.the welkin is boundless and you’re floating in space, light years away from those from those dearest to you. you conceal your desolation,seal it beneath a stellar semblance andContinueContinue reading “It’s 11-11 today, make a wish all day”
is anxiety just a silhouette or is it a part of me?
i can’t believe you, mirror mirror on the wall, to think there’d come a day when i’d see silhouettes staring back at me with smiles on their faces, smiles so sour they make my tearglands melt when i look at the jagged crevices of their chapped lips; lips that quiver before they utter a singleContinueContinue reading “is anxiety just a silhouette or is it a part of me?”
who are the real monsters of this world ?
once upon a time, when society was struck by boredom in the midst of watching power dynamics and hierarchies flip the lives of people upside down, it sought to create anotherpeculiar technique, one where it classified a chosen few as spawns of the devil. it started of as a light joke, passed from one earContinueContinue reading “who are the real monsters of this world ?”
the end of the world is a scene from a movie reel
https://www.instagram.com/p/CMW0mXaF5tt/?igshid=m1yy0lfaljhm i once lost the keys to my keepsakes drawer and in search of it i discovered a see through wall into my home that let the world peek into my vulnerabilities. the cat i let in through my window sits on my lap as i ponder over those long nights when i cried myselfContinueContinue reading “the end of the world is a scene from a movie reel”
chromatic thoughts
i stare at the old lady next to me,whose smile is reminiscent of the sun on wintry afternoons,-warm, yellow, and welcoming; only to stumble down the familiar path i so dread. i drown my thoughts in self loathe and wonder why my lips droop down instead of crinkling at the edges like hers do. iContinueContinue reading “chromatic thoughts”
death is just another part of life
cw: mentions of death ashen faces andash tinged tombstoneshave more in commonthan just their hue.more often than not,they symbolize the end,of struggles and suffering;and a few lives. something about cemeteriesmakes my blood run cold;tear stained faces,puffed crimson eyeballs,and desolate cries ricochetall around and drench my soulin gut wreching despair.deep inside, I’m not readyto admit thatContinueContinue reading “death is just another part of life”
a woman’s first blood bleeds from her tongue
they say a woman’s first blood doesnot come from between her legs,and they aren’t wrong, for she bleedslife and death even in her first cries,and bites her tongue before she uttersthe woman’s name who gave her life. they say a woman’s first blood doesnot come from between her legs,but from biting her tongue to fightherContinueContinue reading “a woman’s first blood bleeds from her tongue”
on why natural disasters have human names
once upon a time, back in the dayswhen I’d hide beneath my bedframeeach time earthquakes shook my home,(and consequently, my own sanity)my elders told me that most dangerous calamities arose from human emotions.now, I finally understand why they said it. our ancestors were god fearing mortalswho surmised natural disasters to bevicious retributions for the sinstheyContinueContinue reading “on why natural disasters have human names”
a listicle on what I think love is for me
for me, love: 1. smells like the scent of petrichor soaking the atmosphere during the first showers of monsoon, infusing my breath with promises of the happy days to come forth that season.2. feels like a clement sensation oscillating in the gentle breeze blowing at 6:00 pm everyday, making my bones vibrate 72 times withContinueContinue reading “a listicle on what I think love is for me”
a poem for my dead lover
the last fumes from the funeral pyrerise up in all their ashen glory, meldingwith the sooty storm clouds that hauntcerulean skies, and my sallow spirits. its been a week since I last saw youopen the door and walk out into the night,and heard your contagious laugh echoas you told you’d be back before twelve. youContinueContinue reading “a poem for my dead lover”
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