Normal Poetry


And her words crossed the bridges of mayhem

biting those that protest

her victory makes her thump her chest

may her daughter outshine her own blood & flesh

the one she chose to keep within

the one she hid from this barbaric world

only so she could mother the abandoned

who would breathe rings of fire

for your newborns to leap through

you dare call them an orphan Sir

you dare pray for them

Instead call her a witch as she cursed God

who trembled at her sight

a witch a man chose to leave

for he wanted his own “blood & flesh”

who would only grow to be like their father

a timid follower of the holy texts

of the blindfolded God

of what the books read



and the bridges echoed the words she said

and scrolls wrote in permanent ink

“blood & flesh are what fools seek

the wise look for their soul in another”



While there are many who left me

with nothing

but the familiarity of their skin

or how hugging them feels

they do not know

that them leaving

only made me stronger

that each leaving became my horcrux

that I thrive on sadness

that sniffing their memories

gives me a high

that these tears that run

are acid

and if you come close

you’ll burn yourself

and that while everyone left

I got busy

trying to learn

the actions of the

people who left


I did the exact opposite

and I rebelled

By staying

I spoke to a word

I expected a miracle

I thought it would change my life

I waited for this word

To act

I prayed everyday

I said “Please, word”

I said “Thank you”

This word became a friend

I talked to word for hours

I was made to believe that

This word listens

Word has ears

I was also told that this word is a “he”

By a man

Which is another word

I lost myself to this word

I got attached

Till one day I realized

We don’t talk anymore

This word was jealous

“He” didn’t like that I made other friends

But I didn’t care

Because I put so much pressure

On this word

To do things

To use power

To save me

When all it could do

Is be

Lifeless and still

Word has it

It was just a word

Waiting to come out

As one






As my soul burnt

its flames engulfed you

keeping you safe in that quiet corner

even though people outside

yelled and screamed

but my flames burnt their hands

without touching you


only to see that you had all the power

to walk right through the fire

and with a gesture as simple as this


my flames froze

for a while

until my soul

with that last spark it had left

lifted the ice

off its chest

and set a goddamn fire

and there were flames all over again


all waiting to burn you

and reduce your audacity

to ashes



butterfly-998316_960_720.jpgA close call

Almost there

Then I’m nothing

I wound up


About things that never happened

Then people say what did we do?

We did nothing

To these things that never happened

I owe you my love

I envy you

Because you never happened

While I was there

Wishing for you to


Background Music- Karma Chameleon- Culture Club


I dig up emotions

I seek far across

That one I cannot spare

The one I feel but has no name

The one that’s famous

I’d like to give you a name

You are clearly not like

Love, lust, anger, sadness

You feel different

You are powerful

You can outrun these little feelings

Leave them behind

Maybe you’re more than a feeling

Maybe you are a bottle of my favorite whiskey

Or a basket of whirling kisses

Enough to me make me wonder

And have me cursing this disgrace of life

Because you come and go

You are not here all the time

I’ll call you my lover

My life.