I’m back again, Creating literary pieces of art While everything within and around me falls apart. I’m back to being inspired by pain. A.
Hey Big Head.
Blank Canvas.
A paintbrush and some water That’s all I need, All I ask for. A paintbrush and some water, That’s all I require To explain what’s stirring up in my heart, To map out my desire. My happiness, my joy My god sent golden boy. A paintbrush and some water, To draw lines both bent and …
Talentless.
I once created literary art, With blood drawn from my broken heart. The words flowed endlessly, How could it not? With an abundance crimson fluid gushing out uncontrollably, As the cracks in my poor love centre elongated. Because of this, I was declared a lyricist in her prime. But I have watched my creativity sublime, …
The Line.
Have you ever been so lost in the sauce that you wouldn’t feel offended if oxford dictionary replaced the definition of stupid with your name? That was Akeela and it had been her for a while now - giving out passes, lowering standards, crossing boundaries, accepting disrespect, you name it. All because love was pure …
Don’t Love Me, I’m A Writer.
Please don't touch my soul, Not with those hands, black as coal. As I would relive every single moment, For years on end. And in my poetry, you would see your name, Like it was mine to reinvent. Our memories would stay trapped in my heart , As I am dramatic; an exclamation mark enveloped …
We’re Millennials Remember?
We’re millennials remember? No strings attached. Just an air of attraction, Etching us in. Pulling us closer, until we’re skin to skin, Chest to chest. Whatever this is, I feel it within. You’ll hold me in your arms, And I’ll never say, That everyday is a good day, As long as you’re on my mind. …
Reluctant.
I don’t want to write Or sing or read Don’t want to create Yet another piece or poetry. Not one of love Or lust or affection Not while I crave Your undivided attention. I don’t want to feel Or long for or need Temporary moment of comfort A blessing and a curse indeed. A.
Thank You.
Here's a thank you note, From me to you. I could explain with a handful of quotes, But I opted for something raw and true. You accepted me in my weakest moments, Saw the hurt in my eyes, An ugly reflection showing years of endless torment, And you came close to empathise. You held my …
Walk.
I can only write in your absence, As the pain lurks through, Occupying emptiness with loneliness, On land where compassion once grew. It propels my imagination, Encourages my lyrical hand, Broadens my diction, While bringing me back to my homeland. So, walk away for a month or two, To get my creative juices flowing, My …
Stop Calling Me.
'A!A!' One of the numerous deranged voices in my head calls out to me. Unwilling to listen, determined to ignore, I strolled calmly down the crooked path I found myself in. It was my first month in this city and I loved the warm sun smiling down upon me; the calm but noticeable breeze in …
