affection is the wooden horse
naïve gates open for,
but sunset comes eventually
and love breaks into war.

- p. winter

The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands
soft as cinders in a snuffed fire
We have both burned, in our way
and under my breath
Embers ignite, the soft glow
And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met
Lanterns in a grey sea
we light as beacons
For our lost ships
calling them
To safe harbor.

Sometimes I wonder
If I'm cut out to be happy.
And sometimes I wonder
If I even want to be.
I realize how crazy that sounds
But my pain
Is my creativity.
And I'm not sure
I'm ready to give that up.

making choices
           is not for the
                 faint of heart                
                               any step                ⍜
                           into the future        ☇≣⤷
                                             is a step 〳〵
                                                   into the
                                                             ­                 
                                               ­                           
                                     ­                                    dark

I am a Non Binary PUNK REBEL

A person that's not afraid to wear a leather jacket that saids "Homophobia Is Gay'

A PUNK who's also GOTH, EMO and a METALHEAD

Who loves to write poetry about their mental health

That is going to be an English teacher one day

Who has their own poetry book out for the whole world to read

अक्कल नै बाड़ी नीपजै , हेत नै हाट बिकाय।
Means wisdom doesn't grow in bed & love isn't found in the market.