Poetry
Rain sprinkle on my eyelids Flutter like a butterfly close lashes to the tip of rain ducts clench fists into a cocoon if only my fingers can form wings and my thumbs embody a butterfly to the shadow of the overcast moon. Night is where my hands are puppets to the strings of emotions crawling… Continue reading Butterfly Shadow
I had a breakdown last week and I thought I was a lot stronger than I was before. It only took one trigger for my body to go in panic and tears to rain down my face like a flood. I thought I was over the "freaking out" over the stupid things or ghosts from… Continue reading Wrapped in Negative
I tell my friends that I have a sugar skull. A sugar skull I keep elevated on my shoulders like a sprained foot or a glass vase forbidden to touch the cracked ground of an earthquake. My sugar skull is one sweet-talker melting Halloween candy together for children in ghost costumes. The ghosts eat it… Continue reading Sugar Skull
If I let go of this plumeria worn from behind my ear drums and set it free along the sea side, will I hear the roar of waves crashing against stones? Will I hear your name from a conch shell booming with force of high tide bringing in salty water and blowing wind underneath a… Continue reading Sea Side
I hate having an anxiety shell when I first meet new people. Especially if I'm feeling especially anxious for no reason, it makes me more awkward and wordless. In those times of discomfort, I try to latch on to another person I barley met and to retain the conversation. Anything that comes to mind or… Continue reading Anxiety Shell
mfmazds.,ma.s,dmf.,adsmf.,am I'm supposed to be a Christian. I professed that I was at least, dunk my body in water, and rose up saying that I was His child. Does my life represent that right now? I'm not too sure anymore. I've become robotic and disconnected from my faith… Continue reading Change of Thoughts
All I know are the ruffles of a feather descending from a swallow's wing from the transfer of wind howling in the night's mating call. A fallen feather to crash on cold earth a sway down with the acute angle of gravity seesawing its way through midair. If I can fall like this feather from… Continue reading All I Know
I dive into the Rainbow Bend, a bend of lights mimicking your eyes beneath waterfalls of blue river green earth red fire orange sun and purple splashes of sunset clouds. A colorful world spent in the bend of our river boats traveling with leaping fishes escaping the grasps of bear claws, we are free with… Continue reading Rainbow Bend
Every time I look into a man's abyss of eyes in his kaleidoscope pupils reflecting rainbows from the spring rain, I become a cactus withering from flood of rainwater drowning roots and smothering lungs in a long exhale. I was once a sunflower ascending my petals toward the heart-stone path leading to the sunlit sky,… Continue reading A Maybe Love
Sweet as a cherry lips burst and curse your name between my clenched teeth and my tongue throbbing from the aftershock of thorns and mouth wash stinging like peroxide poured over on an open sore. For six months I watched the same film rewind titles of your eyes bright and cunning like raccoons, black as… Continue reading Sundae Date
