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Why Are They All Taken?

Why is it the stars I notice Already belong to another sky? Why do the songs that move my heart End before I can ask them why? They arrive like unexpected sunsets, Warm, beautiful, and out of reach, Teaching lessons without trying, Speaking words they never speak. Maybe it’s the mystery around... read more

In English we say: "I wish I knew it was the last time" but in poetry we say:…..

I wish I'd known the last goodbye in every hello.

Jidd

जिद्द उम्र के साथ कठोर होती जा रही हूँ, समझौतों के रास्ते बंद करती जा रही हूँ। “ना” कहना सीख लिया है अब सब कुछ चाहिए मुझे, या फिर कुछ भी नहीं, अधूरा तो बिल्कुल नहीं। मेरी पूरी तस्वीर जिनकी आँखों में चुभे, उन्हें आधी भी नहीं मिलेगी। कोई और तय नहीं करेगा, मेरी ज़िंदगी के रास्ते। अब उस रास्ते के... read more

Paw and Pixel 🐈🐈

Paw and Pixel.

🦋 Mother's prayer 🦋

कैसी हूं मैं

फिर पूछा किसी ने आज कैसी हैं आप मैं ने कहा एकदम बढ़िया पर ना उनके सवाल में कोई सच्चाई थी ना मेरे जवाब में कोई ईमानदारी सोचने लगी मैं अपने आसपास बैठे लोगों को देखा सब हंस रहे हैं मुस्कुरा रहे हैं खिलखिला रहे हैं क्या सबकी हंसी झूठी है क्या सबके चेहरे दोहरे हैं क्या सबके चरित्र खोखले... read more

The Tropical Depression Phenomenon according to a Spector

In most days, your hand finds itself In the morning at the tropics, I could find my own finger tips Reaching for the phantom sensation of it. Even the strands of your hair Become waves from the sea As they meet the flesh of my palms. They become connected to my nerves, Making me relapse to... read more

Invocation to my muses

In the dawn, I sing. I call upon you- the creation, The mother of a father, Who could not carry a son, To you, I call- Marry Shelley. ( Frankenstein) The sun rose, bringing a fire. I call upon you- the man-eater. With hair like flames, and Cannibalism in veins, To you, I call- Sylvia Plath. ( lady... read more

The origin why Filipinos use the term brown out instead of power outage

Back when kids used to play tumba patis and sikyo, our bodies used to sweat From the heat of the darkness, Even my aunt yelled curses To the electric company in the city, And we cousins Gathered around The electric lantern Like giant brown moths, Fascinated By the artificial power It gave, as... read more

In English we say: I still miss you everyday. But in poetry we say:...

I still feel your touch, feel scent knowing you aren't here with me anymore.

Mayday during Doomsday

If things fell apart again Because of a virus or the moon Crashing down to the earth for example, You'll be the first one I think of, Your name that carries your voice: A laughter that echoes through The whistling of fields in the afternoon Just before the sky turns dark Yet the moon is still... read more

Life

The feeling of being alone, Scared you won't feel connection, But scared that when you do it breaks. Late nights, thinking of those who left. I wonder if I'll find someone I love. Who I can be happy with, who understands me. My cynicalism from life blinds me, Yet I still dream of a tomorrow with... read more

Arz kiya hai...

Duba rehta hu apne gehre khayalo main... Koi haath tham ke le ao mohobbat ke kinaro main...🥀🫀🍂

Candid Love

She who cries silently. She shines bright, though behind her eyes, She’s filled with fright. A heart so fragile and tormented- Scarred arms and fatigued eyes, She’s scared to be harmed. Her past is tomenting her, Though she continued to give love her all. She gave and gave and gave- Until... read more

I love this old poem of mine.

I wrote this 7 years ago, what do you guys think? 💭💬🗨️

Fatima

❤️❤️❤️ Hello this side Fatima

In English, we say: "I thought you loved me." But in poetry, we say:.....

All these dating apps got me thinking…

Do similarities matter? Would our mirrored interests, our shared routines, bring us closer? Would they be enough to chain us down for life, enough for you to want eternity with me? Would it matter that you tick all my boxes? Would it matter? Would it be enough? Could this be a fantasy I could... read more

I knew I was inlove the moment you wanted a piece of my heart, I smiled like a fool and gave you my whole damn soul.💔

Poetry

Thee beholds melancholy , thy melancholy beholds thee , thine depravity.....

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Don't get too nervous when you meet someone. If you keep tensing up it's because you're trying to hard. So stop trying so hard and things will work out eventually. Relax and you will know what to do.

In English we say: I love you. But in poetry we say:…

Hello new world🎀

You make the moon seem close....

Silk

I want to be a rebel with a flower, wearing peacefulness and daisy chains like chain mail. I want to be a tidal wave of love, adorned with authenticity like war paint. I used to be a pacifist (with chaos raging within.) I remember my desire not to fight (and the trigger-happy impulses... read more

The silent joys

I grew tired of hoping, of waiting for more, Of knocking my heart on a locked-looking door. Each expectation a promise half-made, Each “maybe someday” another debt paid. So I dropped all the questions, the "when" and the "why" , Not out of courage—just too worn to try. And there, in the quiet... read more

What I Would Say If I Could Find You

If I could find you— small enough to still believe love might come without conditions, quiet enough to think silence was safety— I would kneel beside you and start with this: I’m sorry you were handed a war and told to call it childhood. Sorry the world taught you that survival meant damage, that... read more

Change.

Change is what happens when you survive, when you learn, when you stop betraying yourself just to stay familiar to others. The quiet nights teach you things the loud days never could. They show you who stayed, who faded, and who you had to become in order to keep going. So yes, I’ve changed. I... read more

Books

My poetry books

Drop your lines🤔

In English we say "Am I an option?" But in poetry, we say:

Power isn’t loud. It’s presence

She doesn’t enter rooms she shifts atmospheres. Not here to be understood. Here to be felt. Rich in silence. Louder than words.

Sick Mom

Oh I’m sick, my stomach, my head, my everything hurts. Oh but I have to save my PTO for my daughter. Go to work, run to the bathroom, take a pill and keep going. My daughter’s got what I had now, oh this is acceptable — your child is sick, you have an excuse now. Now is my time to rest... read more

You Fell For Smoke

I let them think they could read me. I let them believe I was the game. But I’m the mirror, not the muse. The enigma, not the prize. 🎶 Voiceover: Original poem inspired by “Illusion” –Dua Lipa. (edited)

A Kushy Poem

Unfurling Unfurling unto the world both ancient and new A light in the darkness, mists in the dew A glimmer in the void, shadows long to find This light in my chest, this light that's mine A light in the mist Bathes in shadows that twist Darknesses encroach Endevouring beyond reproach To smother... read more

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Elm by Sylvia Plath *not the full poem*

Little Poem

I adore this one.

In English we say: "You changed." But in poetry we say:.......

Poppy

The poppy flower is defined by the dictionary. The bright redness of hope is explained; In parentheses “Showy flower, milky sap, rounded seed capsules.” It takes away the magic a bit, I think because they remind me of you. The springiness and strong survival strength. The brightness and the... (edited) read more

I wish I knew how to quit you

You were a cautionary tale That if you want your orange peeled You have to go to the market to buy one Or pick it up off a branch or grow it yourself You were an orange I left on the counter for weeks Day by day Slipping gaze beneath the marble countertop Almost making sure you’re still in... (edited) read more

In English, we say, "Are you okay?" But in poetry, we say:......

Re posting... cause why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

In English, we say: “I healed.” But in poetry, we say:.....

Chambers hold what pressure taught; the spiral learns to glow anyway. (To go alongside my poem "After the Weather").