You’ll never know


Sometimes you love someone and they don’t love you back. But you continue to love them. In no hope and you never stop loving them and in the end you betray yourself, you take away the chance of loving someone else, who just might love you back.

He called me yesterday and said that we should meet.

We have been friends for a long time. Things were always nice when he was there. But we did had our share of fights, arguments and misunderstandings. We weren’t perfect.

He came over to my house to declare the news. He said he’s going away for a while and I felt as if someone just dropped a missile on my chest.

He was just so excited. So I pretended to be happy and made him feel more happy.

After he left is when things started to get darker inside me. What if he never comes back? What if he don’t call? How long will he stay away ? Will it be like last time? Will he slowly get busy and wander off?

I guess I’ll never know. When you love a person who doesn’t love you back then the thing is you are never sure about the future. You’ll never know.


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Some things girls like me go through


1. Every time someone drives a car bad Mamma assumes that it maybe a woman and Pappa nods. I mock their prejudice silently and roll my window down, and scream into myself.

2. God apparently made Men before he made women. Some Men are now trying to prove that they are Women’s God. God comes to me in my sleep and tells me, he still is my God and all these things that the men are saying was an error.

3. In front of a lighted candle my mother tells me that my eyes should be brighter than light itself. She says that some boys only fall for bright eyes, they forgets to see the heart. Some men are oblivious to the matter of your heart.

4. Apparently there’s an invitation letter between my legs and if I sit with my legs open. All men’s hell will break lose.

5. We’re afraid of demons.

6. We face discrimination everyday. Yesterday a friend of mine told me, my handwriting doesn’t look like that of a girl. She said it’s dirty, like that of a man. There are men who has a good handwriting, I’ve seen it.

7. According to my brother, men only realises that a woman have legs if she’s wearing a leggings or shorts. It is an unwanted attention he says. So I’m dying legless.

8. There is something wrong with my clock. My world ends after it’s 6 in the evening. After it’s dark there’s nothing more. Women are not for the night, my wall echos.

9. My mother doesn’t know I’m writing this. I know she’ll disown me if she does. Please hide!


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Distant Talks


Her:- Do you know how I feels like, when you’re sad?

Him :- How?

Her:- I feels like crying. . .

Him:- . . . .

Her:- Do you know why?

Him:- Hmm. Why?

Her:- Because I can’t be there with you. Because I can’t hug you tight and I can’t tell you it’s alright, that everything will be fine and not let you do anything stupid. Like the things you are doing now. . . .


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It starts with an A


I am afraid of myself
For my name starts with A
Just like that in annihilation
And I was my own first victim,
With spool of truth that ties mouth
And tongue and love, the gritty teeth
Not so blind, biting on everything
From death to sheets of skin and
Touch that sees all including
You fool, you fool my dear.
I know you’re not in love with me.
You’re just in love with the part of me
That’s in love with you but
I’m more than that.

I am the sword which turns
The time too vain to too horrible
That cuts your skin and peels
The fleshes of your love until it’s
Pure Stark naked like a baby’s wings.
I am the fear on your face
When you see my book hit my desk
As sweat escapes my prisoner skin
Condensing to thin rotting air.
I am afraid of myself
For I know the capabilities of
My darkness, and it dares
Not to sleep, it rests
Upon the hammock of death, desperation and destruction
and then
I realizes that there’s a D in my name.
I rather not wake him and know
Who he is.


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No


When he comes into your room and
Slam the door and
Ask you to strip
You get up and say
The only the thing
That has been
Running through your head
For a while now.
You say no,
And when his voice
They raise
You gather the voice of your courage
Your self respect
And the word No
Falls out your mouth
Like an asteroid
Creating a crater
On his manliness.
And he demands it again
And he demands that he’s your boyfriend,
Your fiance, your husband
He repeats that you have done it before
And it’s nothing new,
He repeats that you aren’t an angel and
You aren’t pure.
And then you put your hand
In front of you
In front of his face
In the direction of these forced words
And you say No
Because a No means a No
And it will always mean a No
There is nothing more lurking
In between those two letters
There is no monster hiding
Underneath the bed but
There is a monster,
There is one standing in between
You and him
And you sheild yourself with a No
Because you aren’t a slave
And your body is yours
And because a No means a No.


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I glow


It blooms like a cut
In all its transient purple rigidity
And I lift my right foot
To see that my soul is hiding there
Away from the dark sores underneath my heart
Which takes up the place for my soul to reside.
My heart in my body
Like dandelion on fire
My eyes in it’s socket
Like sailor lost at sea.
I am disoriented
Like a bulb without tungsten
And yet I glow, glow in my face
Burning the left over oxygen
Consuming the last of my living breath.
My skin a sun kissed parchment
My body a used carboard box
I am a miracle in all its paper glory
My tangent cut square face
And a papier mache smile.
All a miracle in royal blue ink
And in all its paper glory.
I glow, glow in my face
Disoriented and with all it’s purple rigidity.


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