from the poember prompt: colours sometimes my vision(finite small human half witted)is clouded and diminished, I canonly see the world through dark lenses(no mixing/ no blending)unending seas of fixed wavesoverwhelming any progress that I try to make but I am choosing(it must be a choice or else I will lose it)to wake up and standContinue reading “seeing in colour//a poem”
I’m a poet. I’ve been writing and sharing poetry for several years, and I announced a while back that I was planning on releasing my first collection of poetry. Well, I’m excited to say that it releases in a week! Waiting Spaces is a collection which is very dear to my heart- many of theContinue reading “Waiting Spaces: a poetry collection”
This is a poem I wrote for “escapril” based off of the prompt “Cities”. Cities seem to go by so fast as if the moment that we’re in won’t last unless we’re rushing through it. I want to undo it all. Cities seem to swallow whole the ideas that I had for destination. “Why createContinue reading “Cities//a poem”
I lift my eyes upto the mountainswhere does my help come from? My help comes from youmaker of heavencreator of the earth What reassurance is this?That the one who is biggerthan the mountainswho made earthcreated heavenhe is my help- where itall comes from.
She is the dawn and I am the clouds she ever shyly tints. I am the reflective explosions of colour as she chooses where to leave her mark, Iam the birds first waking up after she rises, in my world I wish to control where she rises and sets butin truth there is no wayContinue reading “dance”
we are all frail as glass and maybe we should be as transparent with each other so we fully realize our own humanity and leave behind our pride.
I am in a glass box and I don’t know how to escape it. I have seen tigers ablaze and actors fake it, half wrung clothes spread out to dry, knowing no one would come to take them in because their purpose had been washed away like the dirt that stained them, I I seeContinue reading “//glass//”