“Poetry”
Smokescreens
We are all complex beings with cognitive dissonances but people don’t like complexity— even the ones who say they do, don’t. They just want consistency. …
My Favourite Things
According to the Sound of Music, all I have to do is remember my favourite things when I’m scared. I give it a try.
You. I. Ride or Die.
Four years ago I succumbed to my primal instincts Because what’s more primal than to claim one as your own? A pair of rings and …
Black (Eksentrika)
This poem was first published on Eksentrika. Click HERE to access site. Feature photo credit: Adrien Olichon @ Unsplash Rainbows aren’t blackSunshine isn’t blackThe pupils behind my …
I Miss.
I miss the sunshine on my face. I miss the bustling crowded space. I miss getting a good tan. I miss the wind teasing my …
The Stranger Things in our Love
Chemistry that surface pass the infatuation phase. History like fine wine- better over time. Adamantium that outhit motherfucking shit. Like Nancy and Jonathan, We’ve got …
The Fifteen Days of New Year
On the day before new year, My true love said to me: “Stop molesting my ass, you pervert”. On the first day of new year, …
Eat Cake
In the den of Psychotic dictators and Spineless cowards, You rise above injustice. Your candor Your strength Your integrity; Defile the fucked face and Ignominy …
Let me Justify This Reckless and Ludicrous Love
Sweat trickle my butt crack Perspiration line my back My heart beating and fragile That is how I walked the aisle Been two …