I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him so, I would… Continue reading The First Tale
At the dead of the night, you listen to my heartbeat, Dancing to the rhythm of my breath as I sleep You are so in love with who I am Because I am your child You live within me and flourish around me In my dreams, you are light Beaming bright, warding off the… Continue reading LAST NIGHT’S LOVE STORY
Often times, we lie to ourselves We find solace in burying our pain deep We forget that these things buried alive Grow roots and feed off our hearts We convince ourselves that we are okay we blind our eyes to our pain Ignoring the constant jabs and pokes at our wounds, Constantly salting it… Continue reading ROOTS
Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE
I once knew a girl who had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Her smile was wide and bright, spreading across her face as her eyes sparkled and her lips formed a perfect moon’s crest. She never got into trouble as she would flash her dazzling smile and confuse our teachers. As a… Continue reading Moon’s Crest
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?
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