when you stare death in the face,
what do you see?
is there smile lines formed
from the reunions she has?
are there tear stains on her cheeks
for someone who didn’t deserve their fate?
is there fury, righteous rage for all those
who shouldn’t have feared their parents?
is there a tell, when she lies, i mean.
does her ear twitch, or do her lips thin.
would you feel comforted by their reach
or be haunted by their hold?
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
In my culture we have a word.
Nazar.
When a skilled person is in the spotlight
The envy and ill wishes of others
Will become your downfall.
When I learned of the English word
Hamartia, I knew instantly what mine
Would be.
My fatal flaw, my bold imperfection.
I flaunt my success.
And hold my head with pride.
Some say it's merely folly,
When you have had nothing,
But your own success
To prove your worth.
To validate your existence
To show that the space you take up
Is rightfully your own.
But every so often there's a doubt
Am I really worthy of their envy?
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 6:11 PM UTC
I asked you to stay.
We both know you shouldn’t.
But you do.
And the next time I’m icing my bruises,
I’ll remember I asked for this.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 6:09 PM UTC
I want to be first,
The ‘best’.
I want to be chosen
When it’s me or them
With no hesitation.
Yet, ‘I am not enough’.
4 words. 1 fact.
I am not good enough to
Be loved, to be
Envied.
I am and will never be
The one they thank God for.
Or the one who would be
Fought for,
Because I. Am. Not.
Enough.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
I always cry too hard,
Strive too far,
Reach too high.
I always work too hard,
Love too much,
Cry myself to sleep.
I’ve always gone above and beyond,
That is the life of an overachiever,
After all,
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC