I’m starting to believe the feeling of happiness is an illusion, as well as happy poems. Because what do you mean you felt happiness so pure you made it into words? How can you write a love poem for him or her while I’m stuck here, mourning the pieces of my own mind? And how can I feel so pure and r...Read more

I love winters sharp enough to sting the eyes, cold that lets me cry without explanations. Red eyes, tears shining, and no one asks. I blame the frost. Life is easier that way. My fingers disappear into numbness, my body follows, and still I stay outside, wanting the cold to take a little more. May...Read more

The sky is dying above me. Stars vanish like breaths I can’t hold, and I know mine is gone too. If my star is dead, what am I? Something hollow? Something wandering between worlds? The night feels heavier without her watching me. No glow touches my skin, no warmth guides me home. And if the univer...Read more

I’m a poet, an artist, a rebel I’m a child too grown up, a teenager too childish. And by the end of the day, I’m a big nobody, just another word in my poem, another drop of paint on another unfinished canvas of mine, another question where silence won’t work as an answer. There’s something comforti...Read more

I won’t forever pull at your skirt, I won’t forever hold your hand, I won’t always hide behind you. That “forever” doesn’t exist, every childhood has an expiration date, mine too. It gets spoiled by something called growing up. You cannot slow it down, nor can you stop it; the only thing you can do ...Read more

That little voice in me lives for the stage lights The glow, the echo, the waiting silence it gathers all the energy of the scene But once it steps there, it will close its eyes Blinded by the lights it longed for, frightened by the gazes it dreamed of The pulse races No confidence, no foundation, l...Read more

Some days, i blame you for not saying anything, for being a coward, for being weak and unreasonable. Then for a second, i let grief take over me, so i cry. I beg the God, i don't quite believe in, to take me instead, bring you back. We were twelve It wasn't fair; it made no sense that you were go...Read more

It's been a while since i saw you, Heard your voice, messed your hair. It's been a while since that last text, Since that night that changed me as a person. I lost you that night and still try to understand why, But you're no longer here to help me find the answer. Some days i blame myself, for no...Read more

So you cry Quiet tears, hoping they’ll heal something The present The future Anything But the tears don’t work You’re either numb or trembling too much to stop You wonder if puberty has a purpose You wonder if you have a purpose So listen, I’m telling you now It’s okay Confusion is okay Loneliness i...Read more

You wait Impatient, alive Counting down days till teenage years begin, till life finally peaks You thought it meant freedom First cigarette, first kiss, first drink, first hook-up. That’s what you thought That’s what you hoped Teenagers, just dirtbags chilling, wasting time, living fun But listen, I...Read more

There’s a quiet that settles before the storm, a stillness you don’t notice until it’s gone. It holds the weight of things unsaid, and keeps the world from tipping over. You move with that kind of quiet, steady, unassuming, like the tide that comes and goes without asking for attention. I don’t sp...Read more

Darkness was born to be hidden, be her gentle fairy. Cover her with your wings, shield her from the sun and from all eyes. Don’t let her take hold of you. Reach toward the sun, be rare, be true. Be as you were born: untamed, wild, yet to me, the most beautiful in all the world. Kneel, and hold that ...Read more

Growing up is learning that love is hard. Hard to understand. Hard to find. Harder to live with. But you still need it. At least once in a while. And if you don’t feel it, you try harder, to understand, to find, to live with it. But love is dangerous. It can start wars. The kind fought in the chest,...Read more

We were needed by each other, not under the shining sun but in the shadows of rain, while others bloomed in light, we waited beneath the storm. My soul is not the cleanest, yet still, it gave yours its glow. I offered you shards of a broken world, smudged dreams, blurred realities. I thought you co...Read more

I've been thinking, for quite a while, how my smile came back. When did it become so genuine? The last thing I remember clearly is the roof, the height, and the fear. The trembling of my own body, and whisper of the wind. Nothing more, nothing less. My mind was a mess. It's still kind of is, but no...Read more