there is a weapon  that i keep inside my pocket poked into the strands of my hair bun folded under my sleeves as i roll them up it fights with me in every battle it makes me win  it will, finally make me win but the defeats towards the victory makes me forget about the armour in...

It’s insane the juggle of jargons the manic grammar & punctuation because modern day poetry is all about aesthetics and grunge-ness the crazy choices of words from the dictionary that angsty 14-year-old teenagers would use to “express themselves” but here i am,  still writing, it’s...

I wake  up to the shift of the bedsheet  as my mom scrolls through messages  on her tablet I open my eyes again, her blanket is neatly folded and the sun screams his rays at me through the peeking curtain standing straight on top of my roof oops, it is now 12. I was about...

He is never someone else to me. He is not a foreign soul, he resides in the neighbourhood of my heart for years my mother loves him  and he joins every family gathering We shared the Big Apple; the sunsets in Manhattan overviewed by tall, glass skyscrapers. I never see him any different from...

my head feels very heavy stacks of pillow cannot soften it out random shows on  TV i watch whatever that is played  wait... wasn’t that series has  been aired a few  months back? man..give back my money....

i hope that you still dance  with my shadow toe to toe arms on her hips forehead bumping into your nose lips to kiss please don’t get angry when she holds your hand through every step at the empty sidewalk don’t be too startled when she hugs you from the back as you were looking at...

how  could  you? i was between shying away and drowning myself in the seven seas concealing invisible bruises that nearly made me throw stones to  the mirror into shatters as i cut myself from putting my heart together  i understand why you had to break mine because...

when we meet again in spring i hope that flowers will bloom on every step that i take to walk to you and the wind blows softly whenever you chuckle  i hope it messes your hair so that i can caress and fix it i hope it blows a little bit harder and give chills to your spine so that i can...

i am asking myself over and over again while cringing under the shower downpour at 1 am "what did i do wrong?" replaying like a mixtape i feel like banging my own head to the checkered walls so that I don't have to remember any of  these again. i am grasping for air  while my...

I held his face and made it closer to mine. it was one of our rough nights again, after endless cries and pouring hearts out of our ribcages for .. how many times, i don’t even remember.  “This is exactly why I never want to lose you”, he said, while holding my hand.  “Why?”, I asked...

“whenever you say that i don’t chase you, i don’t want you....it gets me so frustrated because people always say that to me to guilt trip me when they already have the intentions to leave me” I saw his eyes getting watery when I looked up. “It gets me so frustrated...”  I held his face....

I have been watching and reading scary stuff on the Internet about how things will get worse after the RMO. I have been reading theories on how the pandemic is related to doomsday events and how the end is near. I guess that I am paranoid and easily anxious. Ah, this RMO is killing me on the inside...

" I feel like my past is haunting me", I sighed as Amir settled down and lied down on his black leather sofa. "Why, baby?", he adjusted himself and looked at me attentively. I know that he would have reached my hand if only his arms could travel across phone screens. I looked down to the floor. I...