Dear You, It has been a while since we heard from each other. There are moments when your memories hit like an avalanche and my mind is flooded with questions on what could have been. What if we had given our hearts a chance? What if we had embraced our storms and surfed on their… Continue reading From Blue
Dear You, Do you know what it feels like to not know your purpose? To hope for sunshine despite the storm that rages in your heart. To long for sleep at night but be kept wide awake by the guilt of another day unspent. At the crack of dawn, I shed a tear knowing I… Continue reading From Grey
Dear You, The first day I saw you, I felt nothing. Your smile left no floating butterflies and your laughter echoed like an awkward noise. You were nothing to me but another embodiment of life and flesh; another stranger happening to pass by. After that day, you danced into my thoughts like a random glitch… Continue reading From Moon
Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow
Imagine the world as a big, blue sea Where everyone can explore and be free Where one discovers new islands Filled with strange faces and unshaken hands Imagine the world as a deep, thick forest With no time to rest And so much to harvest As we wait for whose crop grows first … Continue reading Imagine The World
Ada checked the time, it was 7:00pm and the clouds had begun to weep. She looked out through her office window and watched the rain kiss people as they ran for cover. It was as if the skies pitied her and did not want her to cry alone. “Did you hear? Tobi is getting married… Continue reading Never After
Silent hatred echoes As dreams are destroyed Bodies dumped on bodies The foul stench of death “Boko boko” Tick tock tick… Fear is the blanket Agony is the bed Laughter turned to screams Happiness turned sour “Boko boko” Tock tick tock… Safety is history Hope becomes desolate Madness reigns in disaster “Boko boko”… Continue reading Boko Boko
I remember a time I spoke with my father. It was a cool evening and he was in the middle of choosing between a nap or watching the news. I asked him “Daddy, where do babies come from?”. He peered down at me, confused, and then looked around as if searching for an emergency exit.… Continue reading THE MAN
One too many voices, one too many words One too many feelings, one too many thoughts Clouded I be, but longing to see Hopeful for light, yet darkness loves me An avalanche of clues, but still so lost Guided by shadows to nothing at all Empty excitement, showers of dust I pray for air,… Continue reading Writer’s Block
In a corner I observe the chatter, the rowdiness that makes me nervous but convinces me that my life is not as dull. There is a live band on the stage with a young lad that dreams of stardom, struggling to win the attention of the front tables. The rest of the restaurant is a… Continue reading Hello or Goodbye?
