• in between

    it’s like i am no longer who i used to be but i am not quite there yet to the new version of me; so i am stuck between the chapters of my book a drop of ink ended the sentence with a full stop; a sigh just before turning to a new page, fatigued…

  • calm

    the calm beganand she ended how do one breathe?when they inhaleendless possibilitiesshe cannot exhale limitless airyet she is suffocatingwon’t allow her breathto set free; restrainedchains of her ownmade upby a thousand oathspromises she madeundeserving she thought how can one believewhat one createswhen one cannot even lovethe reflection they make she closes her eyesand praysmaybe another…

  • a beige facade

    do you ever feel afraidof meeting the real youthe one sat in the darkbeneath all of youthe tiny humanlooking upat all you didthroughout the yearsyou flipped throughthe pages of your beingwhile she’s thereaskingcallingfor helpasking for you but who is youbeneath this fleshwho is youthe dirt you’re made ofthe beige facadethe front you madea cascadefallingapartslamminginto hard…

  • trapped in an old frame

    it looked me in the eyeand i suddenly felt trappedin an old fragile bodya miserable ladysaggy skingrey haira frowngrew up in famine and warsurvived the bad dayswouldn’t smile through the goodfelt sorrow throughout my bonesa cold windas if lived in the greatest depressioncouldn’t get backstuck in a framehanging in a walla greyscalejudgedin disgustby everyonepassing by

  • don’t

    don’t understand medon’t accept medon’t even mind mejust leave melet me to belet’s pretend i don’t existi thought you were good at thatmaybe you were goodat emotionally ghosting memaybe i was a statue to youa physiquean existential beingbeinghereemotionlessstanding stillsmilingthe way you like itthe way you want it how about you let me gobreak me to…

  • upside down

    years of having rootsdeep down the groundwoke upone dayupside downroots cuti flewall the wayfloatingin the darknesssurrounded by starsthat diedthousands of yearsagobut here i amand all i rememberis the smell of grassthe sound of riversyet all i seeiscomsic emptinesssilenced bya galaxy of nothingness

  • melancholia

    creeps inaround fivespeedingthe setting of my suni can smell the smokeclouding my skystarry it waslast night lifewas beaming as if the saturationis loweredcolors fadingseems likean old dull friendmade a comeback

  • x

    i grew upfascinated by mathsalways found xalways reached a conclusionmade me satisfiedi grew uprealizinglife isn’t like mathsand sometimes xs and ysare implausible i sleep every nightunpreparedwake up faced withunsolvable problems and i am expectedto be okaywith not knowing the answers i am okayat least i think i am; on most daysbut on othersi am filled…

  • thirteen

    i want to writeforgot how to spellwords don’t make senseafter twelve am nothing has to rhyme anymore i will write anywaysto thirteen years old mei have to tell youhow much i love you i loveevery tear coming down your cheeki loveevery turn you madeevery trial of existencecounting to tenexhalingwas too hardbut i loveall the effortyour…

  • a puppet

    woke up this morning under a spellhead pounding, so many rooms in my mind, noises of different pitches, i still hear you from last night. anger filled silence. “one deep breath”, i tell myself. “who’s your master?” i remind this self. “a puppet.” am i a me? or am i a puppet? held captive in…