Welcome to my creative space
It’s the first time in a long time But I feel lonely again Like my soul has escaped my body In pursuit of you, of anybody Willing to love me I feel empty. Like the surrounding spirits evaporated Leaving me unsheltered from the cold Unable to hold down my own I feel helpless. Like my …
Creativity encompasses my very existence, It’s my escape. My version of passive resistance, Because the world would never be enough for me. And so I find myself elongating emotional encounters, Enunciating each syllable of each word within each sentence, To ensure it sounds better, feels better. Maybe if I manage to pick apart each segment, …
Perfection was a myth before your presence became my resting place. Like flying pigs and purple rain, Like policemen and black lives matter, Like true love and soulmates, Perfection was created to instil hope. It didn’t exist. How could it? Why should it? But perfection was what I felt. It was you on a gloomy …
Would you come lie next to me? Just one last time? I miss how it used to be Before this war crime. Would you ring my number? Just for today? Peace was hearing your voice fade away As I fell into a deep slumber Would you shorten my name? Just because I’d do the same? …
What do I do now? With this repertoire of unfinished poetry All of these plans for the future What the hell should I do With the messages I typed up but never sent And the ‘I love you’s” I said internally The me too’s and the please stay’s I can’t finish them because I can’t …
You called me guarded, And I laughed while subtly denying it. But I lied. That shit was true. Because if it wasn’t, I would have laid my heart out on the table. I would have pinpointed areas where it hurt, Acres of muscle dead from the pain, Incapable of permitting planted love to grow. It …
Have you ever had so much to say, You settle for silence? Because your hearts is too full, And your thoughts too complex, To relay on to the simple minded. And so, the weight of your words, Rest heavy on your tongue. It’s impossible to lift. Impossible to speak. You are hushed by your own …
Solitude doesn’t ask what’s wrong, She lets me be. She doesn’t reach out, Or hold me when I’m down. When emotions get the better of me, And I’m left in a puddle of my never ending tears, I don’t feel solitude looking at me through pitiful eyes. She doesn’t pat my back like they do …
It’s 2am and my body jolts itself to life. I’ve been drinking, I’ve been smoking, Hoping that these chemicals would numb the pain, Mask the anxiety, Do something other than drive me insane. The fear that I know, Transits through my heavy heart. But today, it’s come to stay. Like a spider in its silky …
Adaptation is your number one enemy, But you would master her. You would learn not to flinch when he raises his hand, Because unlike the previous, these hands descend gently, Not with anger, with love and affection. You would learn that these walls only enclose you, From experiences created for your enjoyment, You would learn …
