Pointy Last Breath- A Poem

I have all the keys to a faraway landJingle-jangle in my head, noisy as everbut the doors are locked from inside by the rude nativesor they’re not just as dreamy. They don’t know to glide through the ocean yellownor dive across the gloomy open over dense slum rooves.They think ours is a phase, darling, don’t

Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Wish on a Shooting Star/Giants: A Poem

Vexation is easy to find withinCalling yourself short-tempered as if it were romantic,Choosing to avoid peopleAnd talking to them by identifying as so specific. This is where we overdo thingsRejecting the basics of socializationSpeaking for myself here strictlyI know I regret my decisions. I walk away from a public vehicleJust because they saw me miss

Antagonize me

First time your lips touched mine, I was electrified. I knew we shouldn’t have gone through with that. But I still did. I gave in at the exact moment I should’ve refrained. I wanted to gift that kiss to you, wrapped in a hug, packed with love- when we needed it the most. But time