Self-love or otherwise. Your first attempt at loveteaches you true love.The ‘I’ve got to make this work’ kind,the innocent, ‘vanilla is the best’ kind,the unconditional, ‘always? always.’ kind.For me, the girl was a reincarnationof everything I had ever loved.There were no terms and conditions,no warnings,and we didn’t take steps one day at a time.Our bed … Continue reading Self-love or otherwise.
Cosmic. I visited a dead city once. It had no roads, no shelters, no bodies. There were only broken walls, shattered roads, and souls - an aftermath of war. I believe that after our final lesson of letting go of life, the souls learn how to stay and so among these ruins, they kick back, … Continue reading Cosmic.
Stop fucking poetry. “it’s easy to be a writer in 2019” what makes you think it’s easy to be a writer ever? Some get traumatized by bullying or an early divorce or assault and they write war cries down on paper. Every syllable, every decibel, screaming louder than their oppressors. It’s the scream, the pain, … Continue reading Stop fucking poetry.
Fallen angels My therapist in all hisself-love and happiness gloryasked me to tell you how much I loved you,so this is it.This is my confession. Let’s start with something simple,a waterslide maybe,to ease you into this drowning sea~ i love you.Ever since the day I saw youconverse with an eyelash on your finger,comforting it, cheering … Continue reading Fallen angels
Strip-poetry You taught me poetry doesn’t have to belonglikethis.It doesn’t have to rhymeevery single time.All poetry needs to be is a punchinto someone’s gutstrong enough to make them gasp.“Poetry is a seedand you are the sunflower.”Strip a poem word by worddown to this bare bone,and you’ll find that poetryis just a couple of words deep.Poetry … Continue reading Strip-poetry.