I hate when men assume the authority to police a woman's body on the street. And I mean this beyond sexist macroagressive behaviour like yelling, "Hey sexy!" Or "How much?" out their car window. Funny enough, what particularly bothers me is the need to tell me to smile while I'm walking down the street. "Smile,... Continue Reading →
There is always poetry to keep you up at night, when you'd ought to be sleeping. When your heart is overflowing, and your mind wishes to keep it company. There is always poetry to give you nightmares or lucid dreams once you've finally fallen into the daze of night. There is always poetry, always coffee... Continue Reading →
Bad words: Fuck Shit Love Forever.
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys, It... Continue Reading →
If I was forced to write a poem about you I’d sit staring and startled at a blank piece of paper. You see, I’ve been going through a bout of bad writer’s block, Where my tongue seems to be stuck between my teeth Fetching the scattered words Lost between bone and gum. It’s not that... Continue Reading →
Door If I left the door open to the possibility That your death was absolute I wouldn’t be able to venture out into a world Where you aren’t And never will be again. The hollowness within me Would expand So deep and so vast, So hot, That my outside world would Melt. You’re only missing,... Continue Reading →
Hot Tea I had hot tea the morning you called To tell me your love was gone. The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone. When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves. A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on— To stable... Continue Reading →