The Window
Do you know why I look out of the window?
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Do you know why I look out of the window?
Drawing boundaries and letting people go is hard but worth every atom of personal growth.
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
Everything fights to make an impression. You’ve been a tap-tap-tapping rhythm from one snooze button to the next. Yet, you remain unimpressed.
A friend defined love as ‘a form of OCD’. I pondered the idea and it gave me a way out of an end-of-love situation.
In narrow escape routesInside games of shameYou hidBreathing unabashedAnd that’s where I found youDefiant refugees together,We loved. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
It’s called a crush
because you’re crushed by the weight of FEELING
taking up room that oxygen is supposed to occupy inside you.
I signed up for a Secret Santa program on Twitter. The receiving was a nasty slap. The giving though…
“Goddess” — A Navratri poem opening at Poetry Couture’s Poetic Adda Poetry Couture invited me to a feature performer at their Poetic Adda event yesterday. I’d been working on a special piece around Navratri so I chose to open it here. I had originally planned for this to be accompanied by music…
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.