underwater

I like to feel you draw Tiny circles on my skin The way sunlight filters through you And then to me It’s almost purifying           Your never-ending touch           That goes on an           Infinite trail of petals           The journey comes to a stop           Only when I give you a kiss                    ... Continue Reading →

21 grams

Every day and every minute A being collapses, Over the clouds or under the ocean Or just stops being there - Nobody understands. Everyone fears. More for others Than for self, Humans at their finest, is it? The loosening of grasps And the sighs that are heard no more, The closing of eyes, With the... Continue Reading →

never blooming again

We both saw clouds on a sunny day And we both climbed the hill attempting to run away. From dirt to plants, we dug ourselves and bloomed But it is a fact that you either die being plucked, Or live long enough to go to dirt, again. Oh, we got plucked. We got plucked by... Continue Reading →

on me

Not the storm, not the thunder - What tucks me in sweat Every night Are the masks hanging on my ceiling.   Impeccable lines of live blood Hover over me; Grinning on my sanity, Slowly slipping away.   I snap the ceiling, piece by piece, Pulling away at the threads. The masks drop and make... Continue Reading →

polka dots and stripes

    You are my polka dot and stripe On a fabric of whirlpool. I trace along the lines But cannot seem to find you. Hidden, you curve yourself To the world, That obliviously remains under you. My fingers hit the cracks And the patches that people admire, But they feel rough to me. My... Continue Reading →

I hate people. Confirmed.

Sadness comes in two forms. One, when you try and fail. And one, when you don't try at all and wonder if trying could be successful. Usually, I'm a voter of trying and experimenting and learning; but today, oh no no no. I'm not. Before this semester commenced, I had made a goal for myself... Continue Reading →

The Story of my Stories

I was never the gifted child - never the prodigy who had skills and talent innate in them. I was a kid who tried, who liked attempting and watching myself fail and succeed at it. I cannot exactly nod to a particular date in history as to when I started writing. By writing, I don't... Continue Reading →

Book Talk: Gilded Cage

BOOK: Gilded Cage AUTHOR: Vic James     So hey, this one's by my own people - Vic James! She was once an active part of the wattpad community, and it's always so good to see writers going from online text to printed text, especially when the online text territory has been the one where... Continue Reading →

Book Talk: A Quiet Kind of Thunder

BOOK: A Quiet Kind of Thunder AUTHOR: Sara Barnard   A Quiet Kind of Thunder is a contemporary YA Romance, telling tales of how Steffi (a selective mute) and Rhys (deaf) come together and face their struggles of staying together. As a fan of YA Fiction, I'd say the book was good. It wouldn't go... Continue Reading →

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