• Be Cautious of Your Aspirations

    When you ask the universe to make you more powerful
    You will draw in people who make you feel small

    When you long to be stronger
    You will be placed in situations that make you feel weak

    When you are building self-trust
    False narratives are spread about you

    When you begin to claim your independence
    Your foundations lose stability

    When your intention is to grow
    Storms roll in to fortify your seeds

    Earth is not a prison
    The people around you are not here to punish you
    It’s a training ground
    Where your soul knows exactly the conditions required
    To blossom the fruits

  • Honey

    I prayed over the soil
    Corpses buried under crops
    Jungles of secrets
    Ruptures at each seam
    A needle without the thread
    Stay out of my dreams
    Pretend that it’s the end
    I’m seeing red
    And there’s nothing behind your eyes
    Who are you without your lies
    My heart panics
    Watching your soul go rancid

  • Equinox Flowers

    It was sand
    Not cement
    I stopped construction
    And started dreaming
    Materials from the clouds
    Wishes from the earth
    Stones layered
    Tulips buried like the dead
    I feel the heartbeats of people I haven’t met yet
    Pages have been ripped from my book
    Chapters scribbled out
    Words banned
    Demons summoned
    I grieve those missing sentences
    Mirrors are up
    What is the truth?
    Slice me open
    Turn my heart to ash
    Pain is the force required
    To open the portal

  • Chaotic Paths

    Chaos colors my road map

    Some epiphanies are being saved for later

    Many experiences I cherish

    Many make me shudder

    I wouldn’t wish these feelings on anyone else

    But I also want to keep them all to myself

    When you leave, it means you’re going somewhere important

    When you get left, it means the seasons have changed

    Perspective keeps your head above water when the world flips over onto the wrong side

    It happens to all of us

    Just don’t hold your breath

  • Rivers

    The wounds are still rivers
    The wolves consumed the moon
    The wisdom has not bubbled up
    The window is still fogged
    The well is covered in slugs
    The walls are hemorrhaging
    My hands are in the air
    The isn’t the dream I dreamed of

  • Empty Suitcase

    I left a space
    Dripping in lace
    Red straps
    I wanted a kiss
    But I got slapped

    I was hoping to get replaced
    With regret
    Not with an empty set
    Of ghost chasing
    In my chest

    I didn’t think it was a race
    But for the first time I tasted my strength
    This pain has length
    It’s long and large
    My empty suitcase

    I locked myself in a hotel room
    My heart has imprints of the cage
    I slipped and slung in the slum
    While my grief recalled rage

    A forest set on fire
    It won’t rain for 9 more winters
    Paint to a painter
    It won’t dry for 9 more summers

    The account is in my name
    I should have never acted like a scavenger
    And started the game
    I was just a passenger
    I held the flag
    Then I became the rag

  • Engraved

    Sometimes the road just ends. The comfort becomes poison. The structure becomes rotten. I started to think that love isn’t enough. Love is plenty enough, it’s just that that wasn’t love.

  • Dreamweaver

    I have ideas

    About the chapters in my book

    And sometimes I make plans

    But the best storyteller I know

    The skilled dream weaver

    Artist of life

    Veil of secrets

    Is the universe

    The ultimate creator

    And destroyer

    That force you feel mixing in the air

    Wondering which way

    The magic will blow

  • Completion

    She waits for it

    Like a child in a deep sleep

    Aware that morning will come

    Tucked quietly in the darkness

    Dreaming

    Certain of the sun