My lover is twice brighterthan a silent full moon, he circles my shadowand I see destiny with its tongue out, even then, the flower that hidbehind sunflowers stay behind the sun, my lover’s confession is conquered. | Continue reading
Sometimes,I go through thick pages leisurelywith time by my side,drinking from yesterday’s morning dewso when I meet the moon,naked or otherwise;I have gone through many lifetimesto find one is consistent; I write with my right handand words repeat themselves,I’m clueless about t … | Continue reading
I find I’m mesmerizedby this form of memories, remembering, till time chases me out its chambers, the pictures danceand we live beyond our intentions, we loved permanentlyeven though night ran without us. | Continue reading
How,but I know to succumband cannotby the thoughts granted to me,to me from,from the growth of timeand myselfwith all passing moments,only to stand hereto stand here,naked begging for two cents,I want to eat. This life,its companionshiphas taken pictures of mewhilst asleep… the r … | Continue reading
In my eyes, those that were closed those that were opened,before we fell, before I held your handwith the intention of intertwiningmy being to yours, I saw a man, a man I had seenin the depths of my desire,a man if I could not look at freelyI’d steal glances of by the night’s umb … | Continue reading
Perhaps we are living in a dream I touch you, feel it’s not enough unless you and I are one; and we are one only if, I wake; around me is where I’d always, wanted to find reprieve. | Continue reading
To love you, is a world of/on its own. | Continue reading
Bird,I learned myself, beyond as a descriptorhas the clouds as chainsvision as compass; your eyes, capture all thingsI want to say and those I don’t understand;limitless because I myselfimmersed have glimpsed the profound; My love,my thoughts have adapted intothreading you and I … | Continue reading
I am indeed far away,separated by dreams and steps you’ve taken,say your destiny and mine are heaven and eartheven when my white flowy dressfollows the dance of flowersby the wind’s gentle song,I can’t catch your shadow nor hear yourwhisper, like this; you were born to a queenof … | Continue reading
My soulIts cry isn’t silentbut ignored by lightning If I go courting death,would the doors of my house open? I’m a woman lying in bedthe blanket don’t come near,in a tug of war When morning comesand my eyes aren’t open,say the doors are closed My soulits intent isn’t colourfulbut … | Continue reading
Everything is different when looking at the sky from the bottom of the sea, The old me has disappeared without a trace I no longer believed in who can save whom until you broke into my world Even if the world raptures into darkness we will bloom in darkness Knight and King, the w … | Continue reading
the sadness about my heart,I leave it to you… can you pursue it,to not chase after ghostsso ever loudly ghastly,I dream of them even standingin front of the sun,how can I think of my wayaround where I can’t face myself? think of what trails behind me,not longing, not attraction,I … | Continue reading
Perhaps I know evilchasing after my mindsetto places my heart forbids. | Continue reading
The beginning, I saw the first snowflakeavoid the arms of a green leaf, my surprise landed below the coldI didn’t step on it, my feet was coveredwith many humilitiesmy day could afford, the snowflake was followed byits family, the beginning… it couldn’t be called the sky’s weep. … | Continue reading
giving in to myself,without acknowledgingmy shadow’s smirk,I didn’t give up,only saw that the sun,the sky and my thoughts,in cohorts nibbledat my little girl’spersistence,left me, a sarcasticshadow even in sleep,would mock my rainbowsandals. | Continue reading
My desire’s deepest tuneis that my toes shouldfollow threads made byour becoming memories, yesterday, where we imprintedour steps after chasingsnowflakes born ofspring’s mischief, and our stepstoday I went to trace those stepsto follow your laughteronly to find,I seemed to have r … | Continue reading
My confessions are abruptif even a drop in the oceancould place me closer to the truth,I’d say, I’m so idlefilled with words from countlessshattered dreams, I utter themonly to lie my head beneaththe sky in submission. | Continue reading
everytime I glance backit’s everytime I glance back,is – could be, time records my disrespectI go to sleep none the wiser only to findmyself amidst many wild flowerstheir beauty far superior thanmy wildest imagination,I’m trapped there by my personalityfor your eyes and the world … | Continue reading
These days, I don’t needa mirror for conversation with her,she’ll stroll into my thoughtswhile my gaze is onto the man,say I betrayed her trustsince my choice lets me bewithout a pillow and blanket.I can’t laugh at her ridiculewhen I chose she hid behind my eyesand made them look … | Continue reading
what is it,to sleep under linesmade by your veinsand this warmth Iwould never findin the arms of another? I know, I find I knowI wouldn’t find youalone if I golong rememberingtimes I were alone, can I call you,by the name inmy memories evenwhen my memoriesaren’t decisive tocall y … | Continue reading
My hand hovers above waternot any dirty water nor clean waterthus my hand, towards provenance, I lift my leg to my face,and my eyes trace my leg,where it had gone and which thornsit might have stepped onbut the one not lifted quivers; you and I were blendedbefore time changed you … | Continue reading
I have nothing and emptinessthose have diluted my thoughts,I dreamt I was floatingbut the clouds weren’t firm,it didn’t rain thoughand the sun ignored me too.I’ve gone mad seeing white and black,back in the day I could holda sunflower dream, I want to blameheartache for pushing m … | Continue reading
you are an exceptionalimpossibility,to the point whereeven if I dream andkept dreaming,you will be covered in mista mist so thickit’ll keep you only a figureheadand the longest nightto overcome;this unfortunately,exposes my contentmentwith the moon,it’ll not grant me any favours; … | Continue reading
I can’t fly below the sky,under the watchful eyes of the sunand moon’s shadows,their resentment because my homewhen my mind is broadis amongst the starscasually telling my taleOf when I was on the groundto the sun and moon’s faces. | Continue reading
If hatred were whatI harbouredclouds would be clearbecause I’d colour themthe essence of my hatred. | Continue reading
to say, I forgave myself,I lied.to sleep with my back facing the door,I walked around all day hiding from the sun;andI felt justified, being human – this world’s support,I felt I did what lonesome ought to; misery, let’s part under the blanket of starsI, I’ll blend with shadowsif … | Continue reading
I’d laugh but the sound says; because of having fallen in love,loving you is my breath touching exasperation, I would look far away with my hand extended outto what thread of happiness I could sewduring my eyes meet yours, I felt; could the sky be the limitand a heart to skip bea … | Continue reading
I have fully understood my purpose,like words have to leave my mouthand blood thicker than water, the clouds and the sky,not to turn against one another, I’m only a step away fromwaking up with my hands around my neckif before I was in love with myself,I’m only a step away fromwa … | Continue reading
I had never wished to reach the mountain top, I was born with the innate feelingof looking forward even amidst darknessand by tomorrow, continue looking forward I had never imagined myself walking on water,by my mother’s eyes, I am not her diamond or skyI am to her, if clouds wer … | Continue reading
the unknown person that whispersfrom afar through the thread of life,whispers that are tangible thoughtsflowers the colour of a shadowand brand new day, I say;this person perhaps a curtainbetween yourself and yourselfnegligent to everydayI love you,I cry for the space between hea … | Continue reading
Because patience and the inhumane inabilityto say “I know it ends here”I everytime wake to take a glanceat the side of the bed thatI know when unoccupied,it morning feels like deja vu,the past that can’t silencedand the present that isn’t enough,How am I now… | Continue reading
Memories for time are companion,and for me, the girl following behind timeare the woman I can’t ever look atbecause she has the gloweven in my white dress shone by sunlight,I cannot compare,memories are the enemy to my love. | Continue reading
What does it mean to say I give up, it’s alright for the living? Of course it’s certification that I have been through what the strong go through and have found out while we’re both made of skin and live under the same sky, I can’t bear it’s favour like those with courage can; an … | Continue reading
Anyway;saying goodbye to the moon is my ritual, while a glass is restingwhere I’m going to step tomorrow; flowers with the wind entangled in dance, the dark night says, longing comes to bite my smile,I’m hanging my nightdress on a window,to remember who I was during the day, This … | Continue reading
How to be forgotten is standing under the sunfighting with your shadowand shouting at it’s reference,I asked you; “who am I?” the sad tales that are soldby those that know how to read to others,say the rain is God’s helping handand if I’m prideful, don on my stepping stones,how d … | Continue reading
I live because I’m aliveand being alive, is my living. | Continue reading