Featured Series: Bedsheets and Petals
Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
Featured Post: Dandelion Ballerina
I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
Featured Series: My Nature Series
A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
Featured Post: Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air
She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Archive of posts published in the category: Spoken Word

The Shrinking Girl

  It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…

Not Unbreakable

I am not unbreakable. I spend my time dodging the echoes of footsteps, slipping around the discordant quavers of notes that try to penetrate my skin and mummify me with bandages of music staffs. I hear the pleas and the screams of the…

Arcipluvian

My body is the sanctuary of my lineage, the safe that holds an inheritance too great for me to apologise it away, for me to denounce the differences in my complexion simply because of their colour. Identity is encoded into my body like…

Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air

She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that was created to contain the core of her…

Barren Hope

My mind lingers on hope. Even under the command to let go, even as I know nature has plucked me from the pool of my purpose, my mind lingers on the hope of being bound to a baby.   Rationality endeavors to bring…

Evanescence

I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…

Unwanted; Unloved

Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights.   Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…

Forced Sleep

You slide my eyelids shut and braid my lashes tight into silent, sleek ropes of prison. You pour liquid shadows into the pupils of my softening eyes, so it hurts to see the light, so that sharp glares spin themselves with pain into…

Angels’ Wings

  I found out being beautiful and strong is impossible.   She is made of glass, you made her out of glass. But she never wanted to be made up of angles and lines. Jagged pieces of rich vibrancy, fused together, framed by…

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