Month June 2021

A lot of my poems Are written at midnight When the street is Alive In its silence, And my rebellion is writing In a journal Buried under the layers of my mattress. A lot of my poems Are messy And… Continue Reading →

Death has never scared me; I taught myself, quiet young, That everything that exists will perish And everyone I love will leave me someday. As a result, I have always considered humans to be insignificant; Tiny, breathing creatures On a… Continue Reading →

1. I remember my sister Talking about cicadas; How their ancient monotone Is like a thread Binding generations together, And how cicadas emerge after spending seasons underground As if to greet a new world Every time they gather enough courage… Continue Reading →

The rain Beats against the window In all of its Existential freedom. The paint from my brush drips onto paper In its self-designated chaos. My mind wanders Into alleyways of my imagination, Basking In the infinite possibilities That exist beyond… Continue Reading →

I have failed today, Yet again, To remember the beginning and end of my day. Sunrise after sunrise melts into the sunset after sunset- A candy on the tongue of a two-year-old. I search for things to write about, Go… Continue Reading →

I sit on my messy bed With a notebook full of incomplete poems And a head full of thoughts That refuse to come on paper, refuse to let my pen sort them out. One look onto my deserted street, I… Continue Reading →