The Water’s Words
I make my way down a winding path, mindful of where I step; least I take a stumble like last time. I shudder, recalling the rock that barely missed my head by a hair’s breadth when I plummeted to the ground a few days ago. It was a tree’s root that was nearly my demise. […]
I Still See You
The snow is raining down like blurry, white bullets when I see you again The sky is a blinding white, the chill of the winter biting and ruthless Yet there you are Standing as though the weather’s brutality is nothing Shrugging your shoulders as if it’s a mere inconvenience You outstretch your hand and immediately […]
Ars Poetica
Oh, tell me what a poem does Does it hide and await to be found? A lyrical story behind an invisible veil Yet right there at the tip of your pencil? Or does it seek attention Like a child in a highchair Wailing, small hands outstretched Begging to be written? Is it powerful Like the […]
In The Short Grass
Oh my lady, what ails you so? You’ve staggered and fallen Rather ungracefully in the short grass Alone in this scene Your dress, it’s bundled at your ankles The wind licking at your exposed skin Your hair flowing about Dark whisps against the pale sky Oh my lady, I do not see your face But […]
On Becoming Me
I recall being young, a child Knowing not a single thing that lied ahead I only knew the present, the now And I lived in it bashfully Painfully Eyes indefinitely downcast Hands forever wringed together I recall my face, a face not yet grown into Features I was ashamed of My father’s nose, my own […]
We Meet When the Sun Kisses the Horizon
I find you in the evening, standing rigid in between the trees I laugh; it looks like you’re about to be swallowed up by the forest I tell you as much as your eyes crinkle at the corners Oh, how dear you are to me I tell you I cannot stay long, that my mother […]
Things I Wish
I wish it was easy As I sit there picking at my nails Shaking one leg And working my jaw wordlessly I wish it was easy I wish I could do it As I walk down the street Dragging my feet Eyes threatening to roll back from exhaustionwhich has no known source I wish I […]
Weather Report Poem: charcoal and ink
Winter Why do you never stay? You only linger Like the dust of charcoal on paper Before it’s wiped away Why are you so merciless? Your storms plow through my city Leaving lasting impressions Like dark streaks of charcoal Black as the darkest of nights When can I see you again? The seasons will change […]
Leaving
In the blistering cold The tram doors open And I am greeted by dozens of Turning heads And bright eyes Attached to bodies crammed together akin to cattle I enter Gingerly holding my mother’s hand Pushing past the masses – An elderly man speaks to my left Mumbling something incoherent And I bristle Awkwardness and […]
Childhood
Bursting out of the block, Wind carrying my hair, I erupt forth into the light of the sun Sneakered feet pitter patter against the solid concrete, Loud, booming – I make my way down to the forest with haste “Careful, hold on,” my mother shouts from behind, But I am an unstoppable force, Grin splitting […]