A warning to all Who fear falling in love And starting their plans to marry Just spend time with me You’ll find your mind changed And that these things aren’t so scary What’s that you say? “Content where you are?” Posh, when was your last adventure? Just take my hand Throw cautions to winds And … Continue reading The Fear of Falling in Love (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
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Nevermind (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
What right have I To keep you in mind When I am not owed A tick of your time Should my heart not stir At the lilt of your voice When I never occur In the bed of your choice I will tuck it all away Pocket the emotion You will not have to say … Continue reading Nevermind (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
A Clean Break (a poem)
We are not broken up inside Stiff upper lip and dignified
Adults are all liars (a poem about growing up)
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Blindmen (a poem)
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
Why is she beautiful? (a poem)
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
The Universe Has a Sense of Humor (a musing/poem)
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
“Sexism in the world of literature… what’s your story?” (an informal essay)
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
Is this enough for you? (a poem)
The foundations to be shaken were already taken down By hands and unheard voices mistaken Of the downtrodden, low-down found out To be rotten, begotten of times and rhymes designed To ride the fine lines dividing divines
