I start my morning with a cup of coffee,
worth 2 servings, but all meant for me.
Then I’d go to the bathroom,
capacious for 2, but occupied by one only.
Water overflowing the tub
And I, submerged in seclusion and suds.
I still had time to spare
so I waited till the clock striked ten,
and made my bed again.
King sized, vacant without his Queen.
Once done, I’d proceed with my daily routine.
I work from home,
For, I’m an artist you see.
So lonely, I paint women
for company.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
So tell me dear iceberg,
how did you break a ship,
but melt at a man’s touch.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
I ask if you’re okay
only to get an answer the next day.
Did I say something wrong?
What did I do?
Why the wait for just the truth?
I’ve let my walls down, just for you.
But I go to sleep wondering,
did you do the same for me too?
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Am I writing for my passion,
or for the numbers and figures?
Do I write for the hidden emotions,
or anticipating for eulogized comments and opinions?
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
The thought of you lingers in my mind,
craving for your touch, your lips on mine.
Fingers dancing on my thighs.
Goosebumps upon my skin,
bruises on both my knees.
Your hands around my neck,
an experience I’ll never forget.
Keep my arms pinned, and kiss my every inch,
For darling, you’re my all time favorite sin.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
Nimble fingers upon sharp corners,
she'd fold herself into whatever she desired.
A paper plane for the freedom craved.
A paper boat, always staying afloat.
Behind every crease and every fold,
hid memories and stories untold.
Unfolding and refolding,
the smaller and more delicate she seems to be.
Creases become wrinkles,
sharp corners, dog-eared.
I haven't seen her since then,
but I heard she remained a paper crane.
The symbol of hope and peace,
I hope she finally found serenity.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
Why do we keep holding on,
even though we're already falling?
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
You deserve to be loved gently
But I’m a tough lover darling.
You deserve to be loved gently,
Like the ripples of the sea
Caressing the sand with its fingertips.
I am the billowing waves and hurricanes,
Crashing against the rocks over and over again.
You deserve warmth,
Like the soft crackles of a fireplace.
I am the frost upon your face,
The icicle dangling on the tip of your nose,
The chills creeping through your clothes.
You deserve comfort,
Like a mother’s lie and chicken soup.
I unveil haunting dark truths,
For, I am but a liar.
Therefore, I cannot provide you with the things you desire,
But I know you’ll replace me with another.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
Don’t pluck me.
Don’t stomp on me.
For, I’m meant to be loved from afar
Not stuffed into a jar.
Water me and watch me bloom instead.
Greet me when you wake up and before you go to bed.
Talk to me when you’re feeling blue
And I’ll be there to comfort you.
Talk to me about the things that make you happy,
And the things that keep you at ease.
Admire my beauty,
But don’t touch me, please.
I’m delicate to the touch,
And I’m afraid yours is a little too much.
I’m a flower, I’m not meant to be picked,
Only to be crushed, and die at your fingertips.
But if it is my time,
please let me go. Send me off so you can mourn.
Don’t try to save me, your attempts will be futile.
Don’t change my soil or water me anymore.
After all I’m merely a flower, I was never meant to be yours.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
The sand crunched beneath my feet
As I made my way towards the cold sea,
Burning with a passionate desire
To immerse myself in its waters so clear.
A sea of cerulean blue engulfs me
But he leads me to serenity.
He untangles my thoughts, strand by strand,
And puts me to sleep right back again.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC