Sometimes, I take a bus to nowhere in particular, watching it turn, maneuvering around tight bends, gentle nudging of caution sweeping the ashen roads. The city never changes, the buildings keep on building, not even the seasons, not even the people, not even a single voice cries out into the void.
“Donald Trump won.” He said. And the people, the trees, the buildings still building, raise their heads to the sky and laughed. And wept. And mourned. And laughed.
In times like these, everyone must stick together. Do not allow Trump to destroy the fight you have been fighting yout whole lives. Live out of spite. Thrive. And never give up hope.
just so you know, i wasn’t always this way.
words are dropping from my fingertips,
so i broke the frozen blood from my hands.
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Inspired by “Notebook Fragments” by Ocean Vuong
Older boys will kill you, mother said. I believed her.
Today I met an older boy. I’m terrified of the man I love, even though he’s the only one who believes me.
Close the door, daddy said. Turn off the lights, daddy said. You’re wasting electricity, daddy said. You’re wasting money, wasting water, wasting space, daddy said.
Listen to your dad, mommy said. You know you’re his jewel, his princess, right? Mommy said.
Note to self: The people who are killing you are also caring for you.
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Lucky Lucky Lucky Me
“Don’t you know how lucky you are to have a beautiful beautiful beautiful body like that?”
Performed at the Handshake Poetry Slam organised by Word Forward, link to my performance can be found at the end of the poem.
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To My Friend, An Artist. Inspired by “The Type” by Sarah Kay
A friend of mine came under fire online on multiple different occasions, and it affected the way she drew and viewed the world and I couldn’t get through to her no matter what I did. So I picked up a pen, and sketched in words, the only way I know how.
Continue reading “Ariana”
So you breathe and you live and you eat and you sleep and you wake up and you live and you eat and you sleep but are you really, really alive?
Inspired by Iain S. Thomas, “I Wrote This For You”
An Open Letter
If you still think of me on days where the sun is too bright,
I hope you still think I was worth it.
That we were worth something.
I wonder now, about your life.
Do you still write?
Do you still dream?
Do you still lie back to watch the stars collide?
Do you still sing despite what people say?
Continue reading “To The Boy I Never Wrote Poetry For”
Inspired By a Song by Gregory And The Hawk (Meredith Gordeau): “Boats And Birds”
I’d go where you go.
No matter how far,
I’d be there for you.
I’d wade through when the tides drop low,
When the sun sets wherever you are.
I’d follow you even when the sky’s not blue.
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Sometimes, silence is the loudest form of poetry.
The discomfort of trying to hide your feelings.
“I love you”.
Continue reading “Rehearsal”