• 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


    Certain of the sun

  • Premonition

    As I wrote his name, the pen shook. Like the words knew they weren’t true before they were splotched onto the paper. I was so good at writing how I felt. Writing about pain. But when I tried to write something nice about our future, the pen laughed.

  • A Sequel

    Falling in love again makes me wonder what I even felt before. I know that I was there, but I feel as if my soul had walked off. I look back and it’s just smoke. I lost track of my heart. And just as it found its way back to me, appeared a gift. Arriving much faster than I was ready for. Wide enough to block the road. Unavoidable and sparkling. My chest is overflowing like a pool with the hose running all day. Water-filled spaces that were once empty cracks. My body has been wiped clean. A fresh pulse. A step forward on my path. I’ve been opened up like a book. And not a sentence skipped.

  • Heartfruit

    There is something special about cutting open a passion fruit with a sharp knife. A sour and crunchy slurp that nourishes the cells behind my forehead. Sometimes when I’m thirsty I choose fruit instead of water. Maybe I am addicted to the sweetness just as much as the power behind its tart. A small crack on my dry lips lets in a sting. But I allow it because everything heals eventually. And I won’t stop loving these fruits even when I know it comes with a little pain.