I read. I write. I rant.
do you remember those evenings sketched in poetry when we traded truths with barbs and broke our hearts? when the lights were soft and the colors were muted but our blood was on fire and our veins were electrocuted. we were soft words spoken in the dark, burning lyrics chased by cold whiskey and biting… Continue reading crash & burn
he was grey skies, tired eyes, hoodies that are oversized, words scrawled on page corners, denim jackets with turned up collars. she was coffee mugs, lingering hugs, fairy lights, movie nights, broken smiles and dusty book piles. they were pouring rains, laughter in chains, f r a g i l e like paper airplanes.
The world is a mess around us, Too bright, too out of focus. So, I whisper, "Take me somewhere." And we drove, the two of us. Daring and rebellious, we challenged Reality to catch up. Farther down the road, up the hill, amongst the stars, Farther still. You rolled down the windows, I propped my… Continue reading Drive Again
No, not heights. Nor the ocean, or the dark Or closed up spaces. I'm too scared to ask the right questions, The answers to which I don't want. I'm too scared to open up to anyone, Or be opened up to. I'm too scared of giving the right answers Because they'll nudge the door leading… Continue reading Too Scared
My mind has a locker of its own, I push myself against the door lest it gets blown. The locker's in the back of my mind, And the shadows that breathe inside it aren't so kind. Yet, these shadows writhe and expand in the dark, Sometimes, I can feel them against my skin, cold and… Continue reading The Locker At The Back Of My Mind
The bullet ripped through her chest, Left her gasping till she wept. It was loud, though no one heard a sound, The pain made her fall to the ground. "Help," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes, "Help me," she gasped, trying to find the truth, behind the lies. The blood pooled around her, thick… Continue reading Cannot Be Seen
