Fallen angels

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.

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.

Let’s live forever.

Let's live forever. “You know, I’d heard that if you fall in love with a poet, you’d live forever as poetry. But you haven’t written something for me or used metaphors for me ever since I said I loved you. Why is that?” "I cannot believe you don’t remember why,” I giggled. “You remember how … Continue reading Let’s live forever.

Purple

I came up with the first two lines and the last two lines about two weeks ago. Then, I used them as a prompt and expanded it into a poem. The thing about prompts for poetry is, it doesn't have to be one word. Here is the prompt I came up with: You told him your favorite color, he shrugged and said “okay”. You told me your favorite color and I painted the whole sky with it.........

Soulmates?

I met a palm reader once who convinced me to let him tell me my story. His readings weren’t conventional - he came up with stories of past lives by reading the calligraphy on our hands. Mukkadar used to be a storyteller but the people needed some catch to sit for a story, so he chose this unconventional palm-reading......