Welcome to my creative space
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, …
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 …
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? 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. …
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.
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 …
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 …
'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 …
Forehead kisses Romantic retreats Thoughtful surprises Fingers interlocked Bodies touching Souls speaking Emotions deepening Both hearts unknowingly falling Love, A X
