I kept thinking to myself, about when I die, who will pick me up? Will I walk a lonely path towards the light? Or, will I see my mother and father sta..
Do your thoughts ever decay out of repetition,Or maybe because of overthinking too much?Do they rot by sitting in one place of your brain for too long..
Things I am afraid of:Being unraveled,Opening a dimension within myself thatEven I am not aware of.Having slightly folded pages,to revisit after.Getti..
the fragility of my hollow eyesmy hard armormy heavy shouldermy silencei'm breathing my last breathwhile knowing thatyou'll never seethe silenceof my ..
i believei was slowly distortinginto figuresthat i was noti believei was disfiguring intoa popsicle, the sort of flavoronly you likei believei don't e..
I write in free verses, this poem was meant to console me from a situation where I didn't get any sort of closure and it made me realize that no closu..