when you are a woman
you bleed the burden of being one
literally within every month
and metaphorically every single day
you polish the plates clean
you cook the cake delectable
you plan the garden to grow plants
you figure out your figures
you beg to be believed
you serve to be esteemed
you scream to be heard
to be seen, to be listened,
to speak, to be free
you consume the rage given
passed and inherited
genetically and immanently
you are born
yet you give birth too
being a woman is a revolution
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 10:58 PM UTC
i wish to call you mine
not because i want to have you
nor i see you as an object i must own
neither as a possession to wield
i wish to call you mine
because you are mine to cherish,
mine to care for, mine to think of,
and mine to love.
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 10:57 PM UTC
i have skimmed every encyclopedia,
have gone through to limits of every book in biology,
and even went on to read depths of psychology,
but i have yet to find an answer
as to why a father could hurt his own daughter
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 10:53 PM UTC
the hand has twenty-seven bones.
four to promise you i'll be there always,
four to wear the ring you gave me,
four to touch your lips when you're sleeping,
four to feel how long your lashes are,
three to show you that i'll be okay,
eight to have your face on my palm,
and all twenty-seven to hold your hand.
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 10:52 PM UTC
i am just a vessel,
a rotting human body.
who's always longed to be cradled,
but I have nobody.
i am just a vessel,
a display of pure loneliness.
who's desire is all to be nestled,
despite all the emptiness.
i am just a vessel,
nothing more than that.
has always been the lesser,
waiting for the time I'll rot.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 6:50 AM UTC
i do believe you
when you told me about that lie
acted as if that was true
never will I ask why
i will believe you
even if i know its false
even if it'll make me blue
I'll believe it all
i still believed you
though you lied so many times
but in my eyes and view
these are not your crimes
i believe you
in every single way
like a fool, i do
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
why do i keep holding on
on something so uncertain
uncertain if you really want me
me who only knows how to hope
why do I like you
you do not even notice
my longing stares and glances
glances that I've hidden so long
why don't you choose me
me who kept on waiting
waiting for something uncertain
uncertain as you are
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
the things im willing to let go,
just so you can know
my feelings and how I desire
to be with you, I would not tire
I tried so many ways
despite the mights and mays
so that we could look eye to eye
won't you ask me why?
i know you have somebody
I know its her body
I know its not me
and it will never be
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:22 PM UTC
how do i undo
the feelings i have for you
when clearly you got no clue
that these are all true
how do i undo
to cut myself from blue
though this ain't new
i wanna get over you
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
i write too many poems for you
ones i assure you don't know of
and you won't even read it
for the existence is beyond your knowledge
i write too many poems for you
ones i can't even read
it's just so hard to believe
that it's all about the same thing
i write too many poems for you
ones my hands just type without cue
how i mindlessly formulate it
in all honesty, i have no clue
i write too many poems for you
at one point i wish you knew
but I'm contented that you don't
for i know nothing would change
i write too many poems for you
but we're not on the same line
nor on the same stanza
neither in the same poem
i write too many poems for you
but it's time to stop now
it's tiring, don't you think?
to write, without a reader.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC