Poems

A crispy, sharp, cautious voice. Around the corner I hear a soft husk. It shrieks for something, I make a choice. Around the bend I see dusk. A stream of warm colours flow from the mighty sun. A new day has finally begun, A new day I should enjoy. I feel the flickering heat of a flame scratching at my skin. I feel the sting of a venomous voice, a constant crashing drain. A venomous voice is not a random scene. It makes you careful, you might even scream. It stings and bites,

Do not tell me that you love me, Do not tell me that you care. Do not tell me that you love my eyes, Do not tell me your future plans. Do not tell me how you adore the night sky, Do not tell me about each dazzling star, Do not ruin these things for me. Because I know the second you say that you love me is the second you’ll decide to set me free. So please, do not tell me you love carnivals, for I still want to enjoy them. Do not tell me you love my kisses, so I do not grow a

There’s a big difference between forgiving and forgetting, and I think we often forget that. See I try to always forgive my enemies, and forget what happened, but it’s impossible. I forgive them, but I could never forget the feeling, the emotion, the sickness that shook my bones when they wronged me. I write. I write down every feeling. To remember, to relive every wrong moment that occurs. So I remember what they’ve done. I remember what they are capable of, and never forget

Summer’s calling, getting near, Sunlight lingers, bright and clear. Two more months, just hold the line, Push through now, you’ll be just fine. Books and tests and endless days, Fading slowly in a haze. Keep on going, don’t lose sight, You’re almost free of late-night fight. Soon the pressure fades away, Into warmth of summer days. Rest will come, so just believe, Work hard now, then time to breathe. ☀️

There is a girl next to me who’s sinking. I sit on a dock as she drowns bubbles emitting from the dark depths. She is drowning in guilt. Shame. Another on the other side of the world is the only one who remembers aside from her. Both have pain, both are so, so sorry, but one is the victim and one isn’t. We don’t care for the bully. After all one is scarred and the other not. But aren’t they both? Society has deemed the word evil to a struggler. And she can’t swim because of i

I wake up to a blaring alarm, It screeches and screams, begging to be shut down, I fly in a panic as I see the time, I’m late for work. I rise from the gravestone before me, Heavy heart, heavy hands, heavy all. I lift myself back across the park, The air freezing within my lungs. I get up from my desk, Walking to my car, I’m late for my anniversary, I’m late for the reservation. I head to work, tie untied, shoes hardly on, Open coffee cup as I attempt to sip, I trip while get

I want the love. I want the ring. I want to gaze at my finger, With a sense of pride and security. I want the diamond, I want the effort, I want to hear the poems written for me. I want the text messages. I want the phone calls, I want the late night FaceTimes, As we glance above at the frosty sky, The navy ink spilling into the horizon, Millions of stars waltzing and shimmering. I want the dates, I want the memories, I want the non-judgemental love. I want the eye contact, T

There’s a reason why I wear nasty fits. A reason why I never plan outfits. There’s a reason why I don’t shop for cute pieces of clothing. Why I don’t grab that crop top, Why I stop and put down the shorts. Y’know the type that hugs your hips so tight. Because the thing is, I have a date tonight... Just praying it doesn’t go wrong, Maybe I should wear something long, Maybe I should just wear sweatpants. The icky, fuzzy, ripped ones in the back of my closet. I should’ve thrown

I walk along the stony path, There’s a line there, Unobservable, but I know it’s there. I can sense it’s presence, Seething through the December air. Its ensnared me like a grade-school bell, I am to remain in my desk until I hear those freeing chimes, “Ding-dong, ding-dong” I sit in my work meeting, Sweat gripping my facial hair, Anxiety whispering charmingly in my ears, Vibrating my malleus, Deceiving my incus, Striking my stapes. It’ll be my turn to speak soon, I sigh heav

Mysterious Maple Mask, Why do you hide? Behind that cape, Of dreaded lies. You sneak in the dark, But you still make your mark, A trail. Embedded in the lives + gravestones, Of us. The diversity you love to brag about. You’re like clowns, But there’s no punchline. You act like oceans, Causing us to drown. Treaties burning through generations, It’s hereditary. Impacting from the inside out, Culture began to decay like a drought. You built your thoughts out loud, Tormented soul