What’s a smile if all it does is hide my worries? What’s confidence if all it does is cover up my insecurities? What’s a fancy dress if all it does is redirect attention from my anxious form? What’s intelligence if all it does is ease my worthlessness What’s a talent if all it does is be an extra bullet point on my resume? What’s sarcasm if all it does is cloud the awkwardness of social interactions? What’s an attitude if all it does is hide the real me? What’s solitude if all it does is shroud me from the world? What’s reading if all it…
The sky weeps in tandem with my tears, Falling down to the cement road That looks like it’s being pulled from underneath me As I run. My mind won’t silence, And the cacophony of thoughts, Festering, poisonous ones, Is driving me so insane that I’m tempted to clutch my head And scream. My legs trip over the steps leading to my house, Eyes so unfocused and unpresent That I don’t even realize I’m home Until the smell of home-made curry hits my nose. I breathe. Tears stop their constant flow And slow down to a mere trickle As they adjust…
To some, Words Are as common as the World’s oceans, A necessity of life That sometimes brings more trouble than it’s worth. To others, Words Are the treasures they seek under the sea, A priceless load of luxury and contentment That beckons like a Siren’s call. And despite the knowledge of it being a trap, A lure meant to disorient, distract, and disconnect, It’s impossible for some not to give in To the call That only grows louder and louder As they get closer and closer To the source. It’s easy to be drawn in, To chase the feeling of war…
I'm a girl. And like other girls at the age of 3, I grew up listening to stories of Prince Charmings, Tall, muscular, brave Prince Charmings Swooping in to save the damsel in distress, The delicate, beautiful, soft princesses. I was neither fair skinned nor had rosy lips, And my mother can guarantee I was not the most pliant of little girls, But nonetheless, I too went to bed flustered and giggly, Dreaming of my own Prince Charming. Turns out Prince Charming was just a hoax and boys are just Icky, dirty, cootie spreading.... Creatur…
A lonely droplet of fire, One sitting amongst the darkness, Tucked into itself for protection, Laying still and silent. Suddenly, the crackle of sparks that Sets the flame alight draws attention. Glows stronger As it captivates and lures. That entrancing orange hue starts thriving The second a promising pair of eyes rests on it. Jumping up and down in tendrils of lust, The embers urge the flame itself to turn, To flicker from its duty And engage in a sinful dance, A tango towards this new angel, One that seems to not fear Inchi…
A thin sheet of glass, Bent, Twisted, And curved To wrap around and encompass This shapeless fog of darkness, One shrouded with the very essence of Misery, Guilt, Anger. It was formed very carefully, Intricately, Using pain to keep this Forbidden jar of dangerous demons Where it is, Hidden deep inside A void others helped create. With layers and layers of Facades each dripping with saccharine sarcasm. This is glass is kept safe and secure, For the sake of sanity, For the sake of humanity. A trigger one finger is always rest…