What’s mine and what’s yours

You came into my home and settled in On day 1, it was my mug, my towel and my blanket It was you laying in my bed, drinking my water and looking out my windows But on day 2, momentarily; They became your mug, your towel and our blanket We laid in a bed, not… Continue reading What’s mine and what’s yours

Love: A poem

I feel so privileged to have found a love like the one I did at so young an age. I feel privileged to have learned every little thing this love taught me. I feel privileged to have lived it. And I feel privileged to have felt it. Love from time to time,when things get darki'll… Continue reading Love: A poem

There are some days

there are some days there are some dayswhen my heart tells mewait, pauseset your phone asidepick up that memory you've been avoidingthink about it,touch it again,live it again.my heart tells mewait, pausesit still,let your soul connectwith someone else'smiles away from you.it tells mego, listen to that song againsway to its melodyand let it fill you.… Continue reading There are some days

There are some nights

Most poetry I write is a product of two whole minutes of just feeling whatever it is I'm feeling and putting it into words. This is one of those, from last night. There are some nights There are some nightsWhen I want to cry, but I can'tInstead, I rock back and forth in the darknessWilling… Continue reading There are some nights

I was not made for fickle hook ups, casual dating or plain, old fucking

I wrote this one when I was seething with intense emotions that drove me to spit out all my thoughts into writing. Though, I do believe in every single word I've written in this one (even though I may act otherwise, sometimes). i was not made for fickle hook ups, casual dating or plain, old… Continue reading I was not made for fickle hook ups, casual dating or plain, old fucking

It’s been years

On the same day I wrote the 'for music, art and love', I dedicated an ode to the feeling I feel when I write. It was truly exhilarating. it's been years it has been years since poetry has flowed within mesince it has ebbedand ripplied within my very beingsince it has felt like electricity coursing… Continue reading It’s been years

For music, art and love

Sometimes, poetry flows through me and this was one of those times. I felt this after years of being unable to write something I could truly feel in every atom of me. for music, art and love i've been learning some things latelythings that i've known all alongbut things i lost along the way.i've been… Continue reading For music, art and love