Self Actualization

I’m one of those lazy self proclaimed writers who starve their talent and keep a head full of unsaid words and broken promises. I was about 7 years old, when I wrote what I thought was single-handedly the most brilliant masterpiece that ever graced the earth: “Nicky Elizabeth Parker: Lost in the Forest” Since then,…

Going Grocery Shopping

I’ve never been a fan of shopping. I’ve always felt out of place walking around a store, trying to decide on the perfect thing to get. Of all the things to go shopping for though, I’ve never really minded going grocery shopping. This I suppose is because I’ve always had my trusted list in hand….

What Japan Smells Like

If someone were to ask me what Japan smells like, I think my first answer would be cigarette smoke. It wouldn’t even have been a thought, I’d probably blurt it out midway the question, without a care for the fact that ladies don’t actually, blurt -then again, would I even qualify as a lady? That’s…

I Found Myself Kneeling in A Graveyard

Tonight I am not strong enough, tonight I do not hold my head high on these beaten down shoulders. I am sinking. Wanting nothing more than to empty my words and bury them deep; my lover, she won’t listen. She doesn’t hear these silent screams, she doesn’t see me fading. And I am fading. These…

Her

She’s the kind of woman whose presence stills my ever-drifting soul. One who comforts me with her smile, her touch. She’s patient, even when I grow distant and short. Honest, even in times when I need her to lie. She’s the kind of woman who makes me want to be a better me; the kind…

Settling into You

  I’m settling into you breaking down steel walls, unmasking I feel myself unfolding, ironing out creases left from that time I moulded myself into a rock. I’ve grown attached to you, wanting to spend each waking moment in your presence. I’ve never been more willing; my mind has never been more at ease. I…

The Fool

A few months ago I sat here, teary eyed and cracked chest, pouring out poisoned words, baring rotten flesh. You said, you’d never be her, wouldn’t pull me close enough to hear my paper mache heart shivering, only to leave it lost and silenced. I believed you. I held onto your words like the desperate…

Nostalgia

I still visit the home my grandmother’s ghost inhabits; she never speaks, just hums old gospel songs as she washes, cooks, as she cleans I sit by the island, drawing on old conversations, filling the permanent silence between us. I wonder if they’ll ever be enough for me- maybe eventually, I can tell her of…

12 AM

I smelled the rain before it came; I saw the windows slam, sealing themselves shut, I heard the darkness approach and hell’s heat rise. I heard them snicker as they took hold of her bones. I watched, numbed and tired as they clawed at her neck, as they squeezed her weathered thighs. I watched as…

Redemption

I asked you to love my shattered spirit and sharpened edges. To deafen your ears to my piercing screams, and shut your eyes to my silent decay. I asked you to love me through my typhoon prone reality. I mistook the silence of my soul when I met you for peace, forgetting that there is…

Judgement

The darkest part of hell is reserved for people like you. You, who holds her head high, while her burning shadow trails behind. You with the maggot ridden soul and selective memory. You will get what you deserve. God, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, the fucking Universe, Nothing and Everything, including your blood stained sheets and green…

Expiration Date

One day she’ll come to me with stories of her new found love. She’ll tell me how her soul dances each time she’s near, how the moon rises and falls in her arms. One day she’ll stop being the reason for my smiles, she’ll no longer stay up late at night, being my lullaby. One…