Tag: #Poetry

• not tonight

  sometimes when I see you smile i imagine that it is me you smile for i like to see the small crease on the left side of your lip and…

  

• the heart’s letter

  from my heart I wrote you this letter from this letter I wrote you my heart say you love me, love you and I are all tumescence scented roses echoing…

  

• -immutable

  unwaveringly herself

  

• home

  of sex

  

• the hard children

  the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over…

  

• waking up to myself

  I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of…

  

• the obscure hall and its hollow walls

  I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can’t see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I…

  

• -dear diary

  all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary… fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it…

  

• tumescence

  a micro-poem on foreplay

  

• -breaking apart

  sometimes, it feels as though I’m melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting is like healing…