Poetry

Sleepless In…

Midnight rain drizzles into puddles filling cracks in the pavement, ripples dispersing lights reflected in them as if colors are dancing in tribute to the moon they will not see until they tire and become still. As déjà vu strikes another fiery soul for a purpose no one knows, not even the soul in repetition,… Continue reading Sleepless In…

Poetry

Of What

I dream of crying of breaking down of uncontrollable tears of someone who was here and now is not and watches over me and finally understands too late what I go through what I experience what I feel too late getting here was hard I dream of crying being here is hard I dream of… Continue reading Of What

Poetry

Rebell

Sometimes, I just wanna be left the fuck alone. Sometimes, I wanna say “fuck” without people looking at me as if I’ve done something wrong. Sometimes, I just wanna do something wrong without people thinking of me as a failure. Sometimes, I wanna fail without people acting as if I’m completely stupid. Sometimes, I just… Continue reading Rebell