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Suki G Apr 2021
Stretched wide across mountains and valleys,
clusters of hills and springs of rivers,
a soft brown veil dusted with gold.
Take a long nail, pry it aside,
come, see what’s within for a modest fine.
My flesh, a soft pink for a childhood much missed,
my blood, a loud red for all the shocks I’m full of,
my bone, I’m not too sure for none have travelled far
but if you pressed me hard enough, you’d feel it -
scrolls of poems written and yet to be,
my tongue a ribbon binding them all,
my teeth an ivory chest to contain them,
and sweet lips carefully locking them for now.
A treasure trove awaits those
of my blood and water,
presented on a silver platter under
a soft brown veil dusted with gold
stretched wide across mountains and valleys,
clusters of hills and springs of rivers.
kaehaniya Oct 2020
just know
that if you ever need me,

i’ll be there.
i’ll always be there.
kaehaniya Aug 2020
this is a song
it’s about math
it’s not too long
i’m sure of that.

math has always
been quite fun
and you’ll never faze
the endless puns.

math can be easy
math can be hard
but it’s never cheesy
it’s never charred

well, that’s all for this poem today
but math? it’ll always be there, in a way.
this was for a challenge - write a shakespearean sonnet about math
kaehaniya Aug 2020
I don’t belong in the background.
I don’t want to live in the background.
But I do.
I don’t belong where I live.
I realize that now.
Maybe if I belonged in the background, I wouldn’t be like them.
They belong in the background.
But I don’t.
I am not like them.
But I don’t have to be like them.
I don’t have to belong in their lives.
Not in the spaces, the margins.
Not in the background.
I just have to be me.
You might think you know me.
You might think you know me as a woman.
As an Asian.
But you don’t.
You don’t know me.
Yes, I am a woman.
Yes, I am an Asian.
But I am not only those things.
You don’t know me for who I am.
I am not just a woman.
I am not just an Asian.
You don’t know who I am.
I am me.
I am not a hero. I am not a savior.
But I don’t belong in the background.
And I am just getting started.
words taken from Kelly Marie Tran’s article “I won't be Marginalized by Online Harassment.”
kaehaniya Aug 2020
unmarked graves
have nothing to say.
were they the hunters?
or were they the prey?
“are we the hunters, or are we the prey?”
- ruelle // game of survival
kaehaniya Aug 2020
even if we can’t find heaven
we get three 6s instead of 7s
i’ll walk through hell with you
i’ll find a heaven with you
“even if we can’t find heaven, i’ll walk through hell with you.”
- rachel platten // stand by you
kaehaniya Aug 2020
the electronics of your heart
can’t stop or they won’t ever start
see how fast they fall apart
they'll always be the finest art
make sure no one has a head start
don't you dare call me a sweetheart
everything's state of the art
i'll never manage to restart
what always seems to outsmart
but your electronics, they're so ****
they don't ever need to act more smart.
"the electronics of your heart, see how fast they fall apart."
- lorde // biting down
kaehaniya Aug 2020
these rumors, they have big teeth
they're not afraid to bite
they hide their truth beneath
what you see at first sight.
“these rumors, they have big teeth.”
- lorde // green light
kaehaniya Aug 2020
hands so ******
tastes like honey
money, money
it’s not funny
milk and honey
not as lovely
as you’d like to think.
“hands so ******, tastes like honey.”
- halsey // the prologue
kaehaniya Aug 2020
don’t trust the moon
her pretty face
her pretty lies
don’t quite hide the darkness on the other side.
“they told me once, don’t trust the moon.”
- halsey // good mourning
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