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...