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27.1k · Aug 2015
hate thy brother
mk Aug 2015
racism
sexism
colorism
discrimination
over
disability
sexuality
religion
creed
class

so many fancy names
so many false excuses
given to justify the need
of the human heart
to *
*hate
// intolerance at its peak //
mk Jul 2015
your witty remarks
and hearty jokes
aren't very funny

i thought i'd tell you
before things got
out of hand

i don't appreciate you
calling me
"sweetheart"
"baby"

or
"darling"
you are no one to me
and those
nicknames are
reserved
for those who
actually know
how to treat me
as a human
not a plaything

just because
i was born a certain gender
does not
give you the right
to feel like
you have the right
to call me
what you want
and treat me
as you please

my ******
(yes, i spoke the forbidden, sue me)
does not
make me
better
or more
than any
other human
with
any other
*** organs

so next time
you're about to
open that
big mouth of yours
or
put your
arm around my shoulders
or
wink at me
you'd better
think
twice

i'm using
my words
nicely
but
i'm not
always going to be
so nice

unlike what you said earlier
i'm not overreacting
this is a natural response
to everyday sexism
and just because
society has become used to it
adapted to it
accepted it
does not mean
i will give in
or give up
or ever conform
to these
downright disgusting norms

i am a woman
that does not make me
inferior
to those of other genders
nor
am i superior
to anyone
well...
except, maybe,
**you
// thank you, doctor, for showing me that no amount of education can take the filth out of a sexist barbarian //
15.7k · Apr 2017
-
mk Apr 2017
-
i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
14.6k · Jul 2016
another cup of coffee
mk Jul 2016
another cup of coffee down the hatch
                  can't find a reason to stay awake;

another cup of coffee down the hatch-
                                             **forced survival.
mk Jul 2015
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
12.4k · Jul 2015
in the meadow
mk Jul 2015
when you see
a wild yellow daisy
amongst a meadow
of blood red tulips
I hope
you think
of *me
// daisy: symbolizes innocence and purity; it conveys loyal love
tulip: are symbolic of fame and perfect love //
mk Oct 2016
there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
10.8k · Apr 2018
texts i never sent you (ii)
mk Apr 2018
i am in a haze today. it is cloudy and beautiful outside. it is also pressing down on my chest and i struggle for air. i wore your shirt to bed last night and it helped steady my oxygen supply. i wish you were here to say my name and speak to me in my native tongue to remind who i am and where i've come from. i'm forgetting everything, slowly. recreating yourself is only good when you haven't done it five thousand times over. i just want to be me now. but how do i become me if there is no you? pick me up from the library and walk me to class. hold my hand and tell me that you will stay with me no matter how grey the sky is or how cold my fingers feel.
10.2k · Oct 2015
love doesn't exist
mk Oct 2015
we've been poisoned
with hopes and dreams
of "true love"

its hysterical
how naïve we are
we fell so hard
put ourselves on the line
for a poorly constructed ideology

you idiot
darling i'm such an idiot
to think there was good
in this world
to think there was a chance
that selfless love existed

ah, what a fool
to think marriage
was anything more
than a social norm
a convenience
that relationships
were actually based on anything
more than a false sense of
comfort and security

highschool kids
throwing away their future
bunch of immature children
tricked into thinking
that someone could make them whole
"let's get married"
"let's run away"
"we're in loooove"

we've poisoned our youth
love should be the last thing
on their mind

women giving up their dreams
men giving up their lives
for W H A T
the idea that
someone could keep them
from drowning
darling
oh darling
i wish that were true

but
w a k e u p

no one can save you
love is cursed.
we are cursed.

love,
in its own essence
does not exist
and i was such a fool
such a ****** fool
to think it lasts

i guess it just made me feel relaxed
to think that there was one part of my life
that could be just for me
i thought love was my escape
i'm holding up the world
i thought it would give me a break
rest my head
HAH
hysterical
i swear to God i'm in fits of laughter

believe in love?
ask the kid of messy divorce
ask the single mom with no idea where her baby daddy went
ask the girl with a broken heart
ask the boy who gives his all, in return for none

love
is
just
another
word
for
loss.

sorry to burst your bubble
but
your idea of "love"
**doesn't exist
fooled me twice if i fall for you.
8.9k · May 2015
explosions (heartbeat)
mk May 2015
my head against your chest
boom
boom
boom

I remember
thinking
that no
explosion
could
ever be
louder,
faster
or
more powerful
than
the sound
of your
heartbeat
when it
beats
for
me
// it is the sound I wish to wake up to every morning & fall asleep to every night //
8.1k · May 2015
soulmates
mk May 2015
oh what a joy it is
to finally find someone
who can excite
both
your mind
and
your body
mk Aug 2015
one word from him
means so much more
than one hundred from you
// nothing to relive, its water under the bridge //
mk Jan 2016
the sun hid behind the clouds
causing the 9am sky to be a dusty blue
with rays of sun peeking through every now and then
it was mid-winter and the air was crisp
it smelt of the new year, full of hopes and dreams, love and life
the two of them were found sitting at a little table at a room-large restaurant
in the crowded, busy city center
she wore a pale yellow shalwaar kameez
with a light brown pashmina shawl draped around her narrow shoulders
to protect her from the frosty wind which blew back her dupatta
he still had sleepy eyes and unmade bed hair
she'd dragged him out of bed a little too early
it had been a long night, and it had taken a lot of strength to leave his blanket in the early morning hours
but looking at her eccentric face right now made him realize he'd leave anything to be with her right now
she asked him what he wanted to eat
and he was pulled out of the trance, staring into her green-brown eyes reflecting in the morning sun
"jo tum kaho" he smiled that little side smile at her, letting her order for him
the smile she had fallen in love with on the very first day
8 months ago, in the middle of summer when fate intervened and crossed their paths
she called the waiter and ordered two cups of chai and asked him to bring her parathas straight off the stove
"and keep them coming!" she yelled after the waiter who walked a few steps away to the tiny corner kitchen wide enough for a single man, maybe two
"keep them coming?" he looked at her, a little skeptical
"trust me on this one" she smiled widely at him, "if you can't eat them, i will"
that made him laugh, he knew she wouldn't be able to handle more than two
but he just smiled & nodded, anything she wanted, anything she desired, he couldn't help but grant her
she kicked off her khussas and scrunched her knees on the plastic garden chair
closing her eyes and inhaling the winter air
he looked at her and thought to himself
she is my breath of fresh air
and somehow, call it a sixth sense, she noticed his eyes on her
"kya dekh rahey **?" she pouted her lips
"bus...tumhey" he laughed
she hid her face in her dupatta
"stop it!" she giggled
he leaned over the table and pulled her dupatta away, lowering his voice as he said
"you're beautiful"
she caught her breath, lost in his mahogany eyes- strong, protective, loving
the waiter interrupted them, placing their order on infront of them
"yay. khaana's here! she yelled
to be honest, she was thankful it had come
she felt embarrassed by the grip his gaze had on her
and she was a little hungry too
she reached for a paratha, immediately pulling away and ****** her fingers
"it's too garam" she made a face
he split the paratha, unflinching, and gave her half
"i'm still stronger than you." she said
"i know." he made a kissy face at her
she wanted to reach over and kiss his pouting lips
but she she pretended as if she as unconcerned and began her food
a paratha and a cup of chai later she put her hands on her stomach
"i'm full"
he looked at the three parathas infront of them, the waiter bringing the fourth as per the order
he shook his head
"tum bhi na."
he told the waiter to parcel the rest of the food as he took the last sip of chai
the caffeine worked its way through his body and he stretched away the sleep
"you're full? chalo, okay, i had planned on ordering gulaab jamuns for dessert. i guess i'll have to eat them alone."
her mouth opened in shock, then, realizing he was joking, she smiled cheekily
"i always have space for a gulaab jamun or two."
he laughed, wondering how she managed to make him fall deeper in love with her as the moments passed
they sat under the shade of the gulmohar tree and ate their dessert in silence
taking in the beauty of the weather, of the city, of each other, of the moment
and as the sun reached for the sky, higher and higher
she reached for his hand
gentle, kind, warm
her touch sent a buzz through his body
"i love you" she whispered
he could only stare at her delicate pink lips as she spoke
realizing he had found within her an everlasting future
he smiled at the thought
he'd never thought he'd fall in love with such a silly, gulaab jamun-loving girl
but now, it seemed like she was the only star in his night sky
his shooting star
his hope
**his love.
the weather is too lovely to not write about a little winter romance! x
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shalwaar kameez: eastern clothing
pashmina: fine cashmere wool
dupatta: long scarf
"jo tum kaho": whatever you say/want
chai: tea
paratha: eastern fried bread
khussas: traditional eastern shoes
kya dekh rahey **: what are you looking at
bus...tumhey: just...you
khaana: food
garam: hot
tum bhi na: you're really something!
chalo: okay then
gulaab jamun: eastern dessert
gulmohar: royal poinciana tree
6.8k · Jun 2015
bruises
mk Jun 2015
i’m finding bruises all over my body
in places I didn’t even know you touched
i love them because they’re reminders
of you, me and of us
// blue & black all over my back //
6.5k · Sep 2016
ode to stretchmarks
mk Sep 2016
-he called me his tiger;
but all i see is a little girl
whose body outgrew her-
"pretty tiger marks"
-infinite.
mk Nov 2017
it's dark
and a little cold
you can feel
winter kissing
the air

the stairs
are made
of steel;
frozen

we are intoxicated
i am tipsy
you are drunk

we're laughing

my shirt
falling
off my shoulder
your eyes
glow in
the dark
as you throw
back your head
and
laugh

i tease you
by licking your straw
and think of how the
milkshake
would taste so
much better
off your
lips

you tease me
playing with
my glasses
and
tickling
my leg
with
your
feet

"try me"
i say
i am trying
to
act like i am
bigger than
my body
i am playing
a game
you are a
king of

"oh, really?"
your
breath is
on my
lips
and i can feel
the heat in
the cold winter
night
i can
see your
freckles
they are brighter
than the stars
in the black sky

we looked at each other
a little too long
to be
"just friends"
- always loved that quote -
5.8k · Sep 2015
life on the road
mk Sep 2015
they say i'll never find a home
if i spend my whole life on the road

why can't they see
*the road is home to me
hold on to me as we go as we roll down this unfamiliar road. just know you're not alone
cause i'm gonna make this place your home.
5.4k · Oct 2015
more than what meets the eye
mk Oct 2015
sometimes i wish
you'd see beyond
the color of my eyes
and the cloth wrapped around my head

i wish you would
think of me as an individual
put away my appearance
and regard me as a person

my thoughts matter
my ideas aren't all bad
i have opinions
and i choose to speak my mind
if only you would
listen to my words
and try to comprehend what i'm saying
rather than focusing on my accent
and the way my lips curve when i speak

the cloth on my head
does not rid me of ideas
it does not limit my mental capabilities
it does not lower my tolerance
have a debate with me
spark a conversation

instead of complimenting my smile
compliment my mind
instead of assuming that my beliefs are enforced upon me
ask me what i believe
ask me what i value


tell me what you base your morals on
question me
give me counterarguments
talk to me

instead of staring at me
and making biased assumptions
already concluding who i am
and where i come from
before you've even
said hello!

i am not just the color of my skin
i am not just the size of my thighs
i am not just the design of my clothes
i am not just the price of my purse
i am not just the pattern of my headscarf
i am not just the length of my nails
i am not just a body

i am a mind
i am a heart
i am a soul

i am my theories
i am my thoughts
i am my perceptions
i am my opinions
i am my viewpoints
i am my objectives
i am my purpose
i am my outlooks
i am my intentions
i am my reasons
i am my perspectives
i am my choices
i am my principles
i am my ideologies

i am a thinking, feeling, living, stimulated, motivated, inspired being

i've got a world inside of me
take a look see
before you choose to pass judgment on me.
growing up as a female in a male dominated society, arguably a male dominated world, it's not always easy to be taken seriously. your ideas disregarded, and passion dismissed as "overly emotional".
i crave stimulating conversations, & feel as if my physique comes before my psyche. and to me, that is painful. so as always, i chose to write about the hurt.
5.2k · Mar 2017
-of a colonial past
mk Mar 2017
my face-wash is a whitening cream
but what if i don't want to be white?
what if i just want my skin to be clean
since when did white and clean begin to come in the same package?
are white people the poster-children of cleanliness
because they've washed their hands
with the blood of my ancestors?

am i *****
because i have not?


it bothers me when my grandmother tells me
that i am lucky
because i was born the fairer one of the two sisters
she says she fears for what i would have looked like
had my colored mother not fallen in love with a white man
mixing her ***** genes with his pure ones
to create a mix-bred child, who, in any case
was better than being born brown.

it would have been a sin
for me to have colored skin


i am still dealing with the remnants of my colonial past
because i am still afraid of telling my mother
that i am in love with a colored man
she will accept him because he is loving and kind
but in the back of her mind
there will be a little voice that whispers
wouldn't it have been better if he was white instead?

and i've heard a lot of people tell me
"thank God your hair is the right kind of curly
not the frizzy, afro-like hair
wild and free
thank God your hair is tame
thank God your hair falls in neat little curls
(you got your dad’s genes!)
thank God
we can hold it
and mold it
into what we like
thank God your hair is the right
kind of curly."


you see my mom escaped by marrying a man with white skin
but with me the cycle begins again
because he's two shades darker
and my children will be too
the white genes of their grandfather
lost
among the dark genes of their father-
with chocolate eyes and hazel skin

i am still struggling to see at my father
as one of "us" and not one of *"them"
struggles of a bi-racial child
mk Jul 2016
maybe it's just easier to deny
the existence of soulmates
than to accept the fact
that everyone has one
*except for you.
-feeling used but i'm still missing you
4.9k · Oct 2015
dark
mk Oct 2015
dark* skin
dark souls
dark colors
dark coffee
dark humor
dark clothes
dark romance
dark chocolate
dark literature

*
i suppose i've always had an intimate relationship with the darkness
dark: the absence of light in a place
4.6k · Nov 2015
nikkah- marriage ceremony
mk Nov 2015
she sat on the beige satin couch
looking down at her feet
which were designed with intricate patterns made of mehndi
her nails painted a light pink
a color much like the subtle blush on her cheeks
she was fair, but not pale,
she had a shine to her, a glow
her face was hidden for the most
with a white lace dupatta
like the midnight moon hidden behind translucent clouds
most of her hair was tucked neatly away
except the loose strand which rested on her forehead
a curl, the color of sweetened caramel
soft, delicate; and ever so sweet
she brushed it back with her small hands
but it bounced right back, falling on her face
she looked up, slightly titling her head towards the light
the way sunlight hit her eyes made you want to never look away
oh, her eyes
lined with kajal, they stood out
the kind of eyes you could find yourself getting lost in
hazel and green- with specks of yellow and blue
there was a universe within those eyes
like the rainforest after a summer sprinkle
lush, pure, mesmerizing
but they were quickly hidden once more
as she delicately pulled the dupatta closer to her face
and smoothed down the crease in her silk kameez
her movements were entrancing
you could not look away
the more you looked, the more you craved to catch one more glance
gentle, soft, kind
never in a rush
you couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to feel her touch
the only words we heard her speak
was right when the sun began to set
and the orange-red rays reflected in the pearls around her neck, the only jewelry she wore, yet enough to adorn her
her puckered mouth opened softly
and she was bearly audible as she spoke
her voice like honey: sweet & melodious
if she never stopped speaking, you'd never stop listening
she spoke with a tender sort of confidence & surety
*"qabool hai, qabool hai, qabool hai"
nikkah is the official marriage ceremony for muslims. here's what i've always imagined a bride in an eastern nikkah to seem like. the whole image is rather enchanting, i must say.
-
mehndi: henna
dupatta: shawl often worn by women in the east
kajal: kohl
kameez: shirt
qabool hai: i do
4.5k · Apr 2016
miracles
mk Apr 2016
she was nihilistic, pessimistic, narcissistic
but he had her believing
in the magic of early morning coffee,
the sound of the waves against the shore,
& second chances
mk Jul 2015
this year,
I'll wear purple on christmas
maybe add a little blue here & there
a splash of red near my sleeves
ah, yes, that'll do well
// it's gone too far //
4.3k · Aug 2015
traveller at heart
mk Aug 2015
shuffling feet & carry-on suitcases
walking through countries
temporarily nameless, faceless, homeless
in the middle of nowhere
cut off from society
people who, for the time being,
don’t really belong anywhere
a mixture of nationalities & cultures
thousands of different languages,
different races,
different colors
just passing through the terminal
one country to another
some with a final destination in mind
others finding meaning in the journey itself
a lack of permanency
a lack of belonging

i must admit
there’s just something about airports
which *makes me feel very much at home
// but these places & these faces are getting old, so i'm going home //
mk Aug 2015
because in the end
they all want sugarcoated lies
over the bitter **truth
// i don't need to know you'll be there, you're not on my mind. i don't need to know you care, please don't waste my time //
3.9k · Jul 2015
ungrateful princess
mk Jul 2015
she's yelling at her reflection
as tears run down her pretty face
"you're happy, you're ******* happy"
she screams at the mirror
"you're ******* HAPPY
you have parents
and a home
a boyfriend
and a best friend
so what if daddy's packing his bags
and he's forgotten all the promises he made
and mommy's stopped talking
isolating herself from everyone
even her little girl
and that life under your roof is a living hell
because everyones coexisting
but no one speaks to each other besides over text
so what if your boyfriend lives miles away
you don't get to hug him everyday
it kills you knowing you can't hold him close
and that your best friend hasnt eaten in weeks
her hair's begun to fall out and and she's lost her personality
you have money and shelter and resources
you rich *****
BE HAPPY"
// first world problems, man, i tell ya //
3.9k · Apr 2015
it's been a while
mk Apr 2015
just the idea of you loving me
makes me love you
I wonder if that makes me a narcissist
or just someone who’s been lonely for a very very long time
3.9k · Jun 2015
CIGARETTE
mk Jun 2015
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
INTOXICATING TO INHALE
BUT ALL TOO EASY TO EXHALE

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
EASY TO LIGHT
BUT EVEN EASIER TO PUT OUT

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I KNOW YOU’RE KILLING ME
BUT I STILL TAKE ANOTHER PUFF

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I’M A CHAIN SMOKER
& TONIGHT I CAN’T GET ENOUGH
// late night addictions //
3.8k · Aug 2015
said ana, to little me.
mk Aug 2015
"so once again
you're creating artwork on your skin,
crying yourself to sleep
& puking every thing you eat?

**welcome back, I've missed you."
// i bet you kiss your knuckles, right before they touch my cheek //
3.7k · Jul 2015
welcome to khi
mk Jul 2015
in the polluted streets
i can finally breathe

in the unsafe streets
is where i find peace

the filthy streets
and extreme heat
welcome me
back home
// its so good to be back where i belong //
3.7k · Jul 2015
yellow skittle
mk Jul 2015
"I've always felt like a yellow skittle in a sea of red skittles."

"what a coincidence. yellow skittles happen to be my favorite flavor of skittles."

"ok."*

*"ok."
// you're my favorite flavor //
3.6k · Jul 2015
cheating [summer break]
mk Jul 2015
sweet summer skies
the sun in her eyes
you're in her heart
but he's on her *mind
// its summer, we all gotta live a little, nah? //
3.6k · Oct 2015
"she's a simple girl"
mk Oct 2015
"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
my plain clothes,
and even plainer face

"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
my lack of words
regarding frivolous topics
hair, make-up,
who's dating who

"she's a simple girl"
they say about me
judging me upon
the fact that i'd rather stay in
with a book curled up in bed
as opposed to a wild night out
downing glasses of God knows what

but would they invest the effort
and just a little bit of their time
to try and understand
the complexities of my mind
the ideas
the perspectives,
the roads less traveled

would they ask me what i am passionate about
they would receive not a few words
but uncountable volumes full of my greatest dreams
and most sacred desires

ask me what i love and i will tell you
about how deeply i care for the concept of community
humanitarianism, how my biggest dream
is to bring people together

if they saw the thoughts which keep me up all night
how was i created? why was i created?
why me? why not?
my purpose and philosophy of life?
to be, or not to be?
who? what? where? why?

if only they tried to look beyond the surface
and dive in deep
they would realize that i am no shallow pond
but a raging deep ocean
full of emotion and thought
belief, and purpose.

i am a simple girl* when it comes to matters of materialism
i am a simple girl when it comes to speaking my mind
i am a simple girl when it comes to my lack of interest in manipulation, mind-games and gossip

i am a simple girl
until you stop judging me for what you see
&
*begin understanding me for who i am
simple [sɪmp(ə)l/]: easily understood or done; plain, basic, or uncomplicated in form, nature, or design
mk Dec 2015
her churiyan clashed
submerging in the red, orange and green
of her sharara
as she spun round and round
a blur of striking colors
her laughing face hidden
among those of her cousins
as they danced in a circle
each girl wearing colors of the rainbow
smiles like the sun brightening their faces
their bare feet decorated with mehndi
as they spun on their toes
letting their hair follow them like velvet curtains
the pitter patter of their restless feet
becoming one with the music around them
the elders of the family
throwing rose petals and clapping
watching the new generation
bless the married couple
with laughter, colors & life
the girl with curls in her hair
pulling down the bride-to-be
off the stage and onto the dance floor
her fiancé nudging her and watching his future
twirl with the young girls
as families became from two to one
he looked upon his love with eyes full of wonder
as she pushed back her dark hair and hid her face
refusing to dance
but even the blushing bride couldn't stop the girls
from convincing her to join them
they took her by the hands
and let the music guide them as they threw their arms in the air
swaying to songs about boundless ishq
and the stars which shine upon those who fall in the arms of endless love
the bride's red gharara shimmering under the lights
complimenting the red in her cheeks
the sparkle in her teeka bright
but never brighter than the twinkle in her euphoric eyes
her mother teared watching her baby all grown up
and her father looked at her as his success
seeing his only daughter so full of joy
others onlooked
as the girls embraced their youth
and with the bride created a circle of joy
for that moment,
the love was shared between them all
they forgot all about their heartbreaks
and the everlasting love which never lasted
they forgot all about the boys with pretty eyes and even prettier lies
as they rejoiced over the love of their loved ones
with a little inch of hope in their own hearts
that someday someone would look at them
as the smiling groom did the stunning bride
passion. surety. serenity.
*pyaar
wedding celebrations in the family always leave you wishing it were you who was going down the path of eternal happiness & love.

churiyan: bangles
sharara/gharara: eastern wedding attire
teeka: jewelry item (head-piece)
mehndi: henna
ishq: highest degree of love
pyaar: love
3.5k · Feb 2016
just a matter of perspective
mk Feb 2016
you may think you are as insignificant as
the first slice of bread
but to me, you are as desirable as
the first slice of *pizza
im starving at 5:47am
mk Aug 2015
she handed over different pieces of herself to different people
but never could find anyone willing [or able] to take her whole
// do the right thing, cut the rope & let me fall //
3.4k · Aug 2015
tug of war [torn apart]
mk Aug 2015
you're* pulling me into the future
he's pulling me into the past
i'm not sure how long
this tug of war will last
// nah boy, i ain't even slept, i been up all night long in my head tryna figure out what i want, what i do, what i don't //

because i'll always be a prize to be won
3.4k · Jul 2015
numb, dumb scum (11w)
mk Jul 2015
numb,
dumb
****
is
what
we've
become.
*no return.
no refund.
// welcome to society //
mk Aug 2015
we may be loyal to one
but we fall in love with many
*every single day
// you're making this hard for me when all I need is to be set free //
3.3k · Jul 2015
party girls don't get hurt
mk Jul 2015
babe,
you're losing me
to the darkness.

baby,
don't you see
the light
dying
in my eyes.

my darling lover,
wake up
& realize
*i'm no longer yours.
// to be truthful, i never was //
3.0k · Oct 2015
socialization
mk Oct 2015
they **** the light inside you.
formal education will eat me alive
mk Aug 2015
like constellations in the night sky,
the freckles on your cheeks
will guide me *home
// lights will guide you home & ignite your bones, i will try to fix you //
3.0k · Dec 2015
i hate boys
mk Dec 2015
your kindness is patronizing
keep your pity to yourself
i'd rather lose you
than lose myself
2.9k · Jul 2015
darkness
mk Jul 2015
darkness
is too often
associated
with death

darkness
brings
to me
a life
like
no other

in darkness
is my
abode
// it has consumed me //
2.7k · Aug 2016
the beach with starry skies
mk Aug 2016
i sunk my toes in the sand
and carved your name in the sea
i looked up at the sky
& hoped i'd find you looking back at me
written in april, enacted in august
-dreams do come true
2.7k · Feb 2016
you'll always be my star
mk Feb 2016
i always thought stars were meant to be
the biggest and the brightest
but my eyes have opened and i'm seeing now
all sorts of new shapes and sizes
the round ones and the tall ones
the ones with color and those who are pale
stars seem to be around me
stars seem to be everywhere
the night sky it covers up
the stars that hide in the corners
but every now and then their light shines through
and shine the way for you
millions of miles their twinkles fly
through and through the darkest sky
they find a little place in your heart
and remind you of all the little stars
lurking in the shadows
making their own little life
they're no less than the others,
they've got their own shine
they dance and they play
and they cherish the day
they learn and they grow,
always eager to know
the star isn't determined by how big it's size
the star isn't limited to the twinkle in it's eyes

a star is a star
no matter how tiny
a star is a star
no matter how shiny
a star is a star
because it believes
a star is a star
because it tries to succeed
in its own simple way
making a difference
one moment; then the next
*you are a star
don't you forget
written for someone very close to my heart: you'll always be my star
2.6k · Jan 2018
oh sunshine
mk Jan 2018
oh sunshine
  how do i tell you?
  i am flying so high
  above these clouds
  weightlessly mine

            **oh sunshine

                 how do i show you
                 the butterflies that live in me
                 my veins full of ecstasy
                 the warmth of that summer breeze

oh sunshine
  the monsoon comes closer
  and that rain is here to purify
  everything will find its place
  there is so much to see
  so little to say

             oh sunshine
                  how do i show you
                  there is so much more warmth than cold
                  these golden rays never get old
                  the grass blades sway with hope
                  there is so much more to live for

oh sunshine
  the morning is yet to come
  the dawn is where you're from
  hold my hand and let me show you
  together we'll run
  straight into the sun
good music, good vibes
2.5k · Nov 2015
till death do us part
mk Nov 2015
from my high pedestal i fell
a beggar upon the streets

i am nothing; and nothing becomes me
2.4k · Aug 2016
today, i lived a poem
mk Aug 2016
rain dripped into my cup of coffee.
its the little things
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