Borderline Love
Borderline Love So here’s a story, Of a girl who fell in love, And had borderline personality. Somehow she managed not to blow it all up, Despite blowing mistakes out of proportion, And taking unanswered texts, And hanged…
Category Poetry
Poetry
Hidden in my poemsAre my feeling for you,Wrapped in metaphors they cryWith love and longing for you.They scream your nameAs with zegumas, they bareMy body and my soul,In similies are hidden secrets,That they shy away from,In images is envisionedThat future…
Fear
I come from a traditional family. When I was born, they got a horoscope made for me. Now I know astrology has been proved to be a pseudo-science and it’s kind of silly to put much weight in it but…
Sense of Humour
Sense of Humour No it’s not funny,That joke you just made,Of my trauma, of my identity.It’s time to educate you,On what a sense of humour means,If you think laughing at someone’s pain cool, .You have a lot to learn, honey.Next…
Voice
A princess that slept a thousand years, Until she was recused by a prince, A princess that grew up sheltered, Taught to run, to avoid destiny, Instead if trying to fight it. They always will try to shut you up,…
Expression
I call it my craft, Yet there are those- Better at it than me, Doing it for free, Creating poetry, Full of rhythm, Vivid in imagery, Describing the human heart, And all its miseries, In a poetic capacity, Beyond my…
Negative Compatibility.
How long is this posthumous existence of mine to go on? With a mind to shreds torn, And thoughts racing beyond my capacity, A manic intensity, An unending spiral of magnificent magical beauty, How long, how long, how long, Am…
A mother’s shadow.
A mother’s shadow. A shadow looms over me, Not demonic, But binding still, A little girl befret of sanctuary, I cover beneath it, And the shadow looms over me, Tendrils holding me close, Closing in on me, Blinding me. Defining…
Calling Reviewers.
As some of you might know, I recently published a book of poems. It’s not great by any means but I hope it is relatable and makes people feel someone understands their struggles. However, there is no relatability without people…
The Future
The future lies bleak it seems, A wasteland full of corpses of fuels, The sky the grey of exhaust fumes, And fallen electric lines, That once ran with power and light, Now lie dead, On a desolate concrete jungle, Not…