Nylon skirts and empty glasses


Through those shards of the window glass
Where she used to meet her morning love
In red, green, silly violets snd purples in diamond blues.
Where morning cups of coffees froze till
Their words dried out of silence.
A wind came into light through
The white painted door,
Swaying floralskirts in white and nylon, drinking the
Hot the yellow sun as she walked the dwey lawn.
She never cared in front of others
All left alone, inside a void.
She never cared, he left alone and
All of the sun’s love was in her cup.
In the shards of window glasses
Where the sun bruised it’s shade.
She wore nylon, drank from empty glasses
Danced up in circles and twirled
Till the sun set cold on her shoulder bone
And as the bedsheets set an empty trance
Of a long lost love
Of a long lost lover and her.


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24 things I never told you


1. I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you.

2. You don’t really need a face to fall for someone, you just need to see their heart.

3. It felt so better to be lonely with someone, than being lonely alone.

4. Your goodnights were the only thing, that made my nights better.

5. If we were supposed to name our body parts then I would have named my heart after you.

6. I used to draw circles on air and parallels next to it to convince myself how different we were. Circles and parallels.

7. I once wrote your name on my diary next to mine and I tore off the page as soon as my mother walked in.

8. When I cross a field I think of all the flowers you never gave me.

9. I don’t know how, but all your favorites are mine too now and I can’t get rid of them.

10. I cried when you left.

11. I wrote a song for you and I play it when I drown every night. They plays like a lullaby at times and the rest of the time, they are my mourning song.

12. I’m trying to find you in every person I meet. But none of them can hurt me like you did.

13. I hallucinate you on lonely nights.

14. I look at the moon and he smiles like you, and fireflies flies into my hair and burns my head.

15. Fall in love, and you never stops falling, it’s an endless pit.

16. I allowed you to hurt me, knowing fully well what you were doing and I thought that was love.

17. I’m sorry you had to hurt me because you were hurt in the first place.

18. I knew I wasn’t enough, still I tried my best.

19. I hope you forget me.

20. I can never forget you.

21. I sometimes looks into the mirror, think of you and talk to myself.

22. I can never forget you.

23. I realize now that hope is a dying star. But it dies really slow and I might not last untill then.

24. I can never forget you.


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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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Stay


Stay! I haven’t said this to a lot of people

But whenever I said it, I ended up hurt

And all that stayed was the hurt

Until my eyes turned red

And my heart turned blue.

Stay! I now say these to my tears

Even they don’t listen

My only refugee is these dark rooms

They abandon me too when they find me toxic, when they want light.

Stay! I love you

Stay! I don’t

Stay! Don’t leave me

Stay! Please.

This is pretty sad, now close your eyes or leave.

I’m done asking for people to stay

Please leave.

Now don’t send me messages

Asking me to be positive,

Or saying that I’m selling agony,

I am not a merchant,

Well if I was I would have sold my dreams

Not my pain.

Now please don’t come asking me for help

Telling me that you love someone

I know that ain’t me

I’m never enough, I’ve heard this a lot.

I know I know, just close your mouth

I may not be beautiful, but I haven’t sold my self respect yet.

Like I said, I’m done asking people to stay,

Those who want to stay, will stay

Even if you ask or not

Those who want to love, will love

Even if you ask or not.

And the only person you want

To stay for you is you,

So you stay put with yourself.

And remember you’re beautiful

Just tell him to get lost.


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Lover boy


My lover boy is a violet lover
We do not kiss but instead
We shares moths after sunset
And he always lets me have the wings
And I turn purple every time he touches me.

Each time he listens to leaves rustles
He draws ripples on my dusky skin
With his crimson finger tips and
He counts the circles it forms
On my body, one two three he’d say.

He never rescues me from a random tower
He never covers me with his naked skin
He never buries my secrets within his
He never gives me flowers,
Why give you flowers which gifts you thorns he’d say.

But he knows my aching spot
He balms it with reddish poems from forlorn bins
Gently massages tiny bit of oil into my cuts
And asks me never to leave him
But I must leave him
For

My lover boy is a violet lover but
He’s violent too,
My aching spot
My painting limbs
My boiling cuts
We’re all a gifts from him,
And I must leave him because
Him balming my skin
Can never make up for his sin.


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Tell me


My mouth opens

Only to say death chants.

Death resides in each and

Every corner of the cinder blocks

Thats used to build this

Tomb in which I resides.

Hairs fall upon my facial skin

Like sheets of ice glass on

Delicate earth covering the

Chasm to it’s heart.

I breathe in to, let the demons out

Each sigh leavese like a scream

Slowly but with a mighty echo in caves.

My pupils are dilated

I am sick, sick of the salt touches

On my wrist and the licking of sweet honey

From my chins.

There is something hiding in

These cement corners and

I blindly slip and falls on top

Of each poems but they never

Leads me to a kill.

The cuckoos they call out my name

After sunsets but I don’t know

Where they are, it’s darkness

It’s darkness outside like

The dark hair of a maiden

Who appears to be in love.

Like that of a dark eyes of

A sailor who’s eyes enlarges at

The sight of a tsunami approaching.

Now, take my hand and

Kiss my nails

Smell the blood on my wrist

Place a block of ice on my lips

Tell me it will be alright.

I slipped and fell on a poem,

But it leads me not to a kill.

Tell me it’s alright

Tell me I’m safe.


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