if it all goes wrong
we can all move to Saturn
sure, it’s a gas giant,
so if that goes wrong
we can move to
Titan and Enceladus.
no angst, no despair,
no existential fear and
most importantly, no Karens.
maybe there are undiscovered
frozen glaciers of oreo milkshakes
out there in the universe.
there are no dead ends,
no places you don’t belong in,
no absence of a friend.
do not be scared of growing up,
there are infinite years to spend,
just 16 candles, in a universe so vast.
good books, moments, coffee blends,
conan gray songs, minecraft and games.
time is in your hands, clocks don’t melt.
oll is well that ends well,
we can all always move to Saturn,
the universe belongs to you, my friend.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
After thorough calculations there
are two possible outcomes of
arguing with my family:
Either one day the arguments will end patriarchy,
or one day the arguments will end me.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC
How come
some
↪ people can
find paths even
at a dead end ↩
while my paths,
so clear, diverse and
numerous
are cu
t-
-off by land
s
l
i
d
e
s
and avalanches?
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
what is the point
of being cruel like this?
if life is nothing m°ore.
th@n a
G
Ⱡ i
T? C
卄 !!
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
Why did you pick death over me?
Was she prettier?
Was she smarter?
Did she treat you better?
So much better
that you won't ever
come back to me?
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
S c a t t e r e d and homesick
for a home that doesn't exist.
It smells like lunch and trees.
Like bookshelves and coffee.
Like laughter and honey.
I long for a home
and that is it.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Life is God throwing me
a surprise birthday party,
being a terrible host,
and forcing me to come.
Life is a party,
people go and come.
But you're dancing with a stranger,
so you can never find the One.
Life has an after party,
with twice the anxiety
But they say it's called 'Heaven' for me,
and 'Hell' for some?
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
They ask me why I'm not
the life of the party
like I used to be.
Have they forgotten how
they beat me up like the piñata
when I used to be?
Take your shots and confetti
your high heels and let me be
I've run out of laughs for you
and never had any left for me.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met
friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning
i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you
i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously
all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them
and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
God, I am no angel.
I'm crying blood
and bleeding tears
So why was I sent here?
The only angel I might be
is the angel of death
Everything I touch
takes its last breath
I have wings, indeed
but they are not vast
enough to shelter
all of humanity
So even when I go,
and leave demons behind,
I would not be a fallen angel.
Because did I even rise?
Even when I go,
just know there are
a million, trillion
angels still by your side.
But who'll protect you like I did?
I promise, that if from above,
I see your wings break,
I would surely fall... again.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC