Escape
In narrow escape routes
Inside games of shame
You hid
Breathing unabashed
And that’s where I found you
Defiant refugees together,
We loved.
In narrow escape routes
Inside games of shame
You hid
Breathing unabashed
And that’s where I found you
Defiant refugees together,
We loved.
Time zoomed byleft behind a smoking trailand skidmarks only I could see Nobody cared when I saidI’d been a victim of a drive-by shooting,Love in the driver’s seat So I stemmed my bleeding with paperTurned poetry into paper planesAnd sent them flying everywhere I saw the rogues appear One of…
To my friends in so many places, I’m upset. Badly so. I’m not okay with your calling me only when you have problems in your love life. I’m struck even worse by the fact that you have no time to hear about my love life problems or worse, that you…
At some point, you have to let go of the people who you think healed you because they’re no more than crutches. Maybe you needed them once but letting them go is part of growth. There is no glory in suffering, no love in neediness. Shared pain is an opportunity,…
I had to ration internet usage this week and ended up concentrating more on Novelrace. It was my first lesson in cutting out distractions while writing.
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
A story about a crush in 55 words.