Category: Poetry

Six feet under that’s where the dead are supposed to lie  six feet above the living pretend to be alive inside boxes that are supposed to set them free with people who are supposed to let them be in both situations bodies lie

I thought caged are those behind bars  maybe someone inside tight shut jars maybe people who live in a box  in formal dresses and smelly socks things are not always what they seem caged are those who are scared to dream who buy happiness in expensive bags and seek acceptance in their name tags people…

I wrote messages I would never send The day you stopped being my friend A heartfelt laughter came to an end The day you stopped being my friend I do not know who I will share my cigarettes with or who will laugh at my lame jokes I do not know who will read my…

Sometimes when your actions do not speak for you and you expect silence to make sense that is when you know you do not have  anything to say to each other  somehow things have ended in the middle of a sentence which would have hurt less if it was completed because now not only is…

cigarette smokes on my lungs lipstick stain on coffee mugs meaningless kisses and cold hugs to the one I almost loved to the one I almost …….

The list of achievements you can put down on your resume The amount of times you can shut your neighbors up The amount of money you have in your bank account The number of times he will look at you smile The amount of words he won’t write for you The number of times he…

Just like a fatherless girl looks at daughters when they are with their fathers I will look at her with the same envy when you are with her…

You tell me to move to a safer place where should I go? I am not even safe in my own body

Courage did not come from a comma It came from a full stop that ended a conversation that should never have started in the first place  

I was breaking apart in your arms like shattering broken glass Yet you held me tight You did not let me go even if it hurt…. If that is not love I don’t know what is