~ Hear my plea Painted warrior of the northern hills Autumn leaves brushes over the crispy winds I yearn for you Brave soul of turquoise waters & the turtle tribal lands I adore the presence of yours Like the lady wolf howls at the distant moon A touch ignite the flames Under the ashes and dust A gaze that breaths life To the barren lands ...Read more →

it was thy love that kept my lantern lit, thy warmth that carried me through these cryptic nights, when the dark pressed close and I had no candle of my own, thou wert the flame I borrowed, and by thee I found my way to morning.

Should you vanish Hear me — from the ashes of our love, I penetrate the shroud of smoke, grasping for what you may abandon I never meant to lose you, to the emptiness between us. I don't give up that easily. You are someone I care about deeply. ...Read more →

Six years— inscribe it love, inscribe it labour, inscribe it karmic debt, paid in full — Irreversible, psychological, emotional damage. Depreciated to naught. She battled to reconstruct from ruins, which was engineered to collapse, while he branded control commitment and authority care. ...Read more →

Dear younger self 🤍, I see you, always. I shall vow to always protect your pure, fragile soul — despite the glass mirror between us. You are safe; no one can hurt you, hayati. Dear older self 🖤, Thank you for never abandoning me and always protecting me, I wish I could give you a hug — You went to jahannam and back for us to be where we are now, Thanks for not giving up on us despite attempts and wanting to. ...Read more →

Your love is a spinning web, that ebbs and woos, I could get caught and to be fair,I hope I never get loose, Your love is given and I will take, But I'm gonna be greedy, so know what's at stake... I'll wrap myself in its threads, like a cocoon in the night, And let your love transform me, into a butterfly in flight, I'll drink in every drop, like a thirsty soul in the night, And let your love consume me like a fire that's burning bright...

I see a young girl in a woman yet an old soul inside a child. She is as soft as a marshmallow, if anything, softer than a cotton ball. The emptiness in her eyes, I can see her screaming for help yet the blackhole is sucking her in not letting her out. I can feel the desolation inside of her. I can hear her very loud and clear yet no one else can see or feel or hear this poor child. ...Read more →

Harsh sunset-colored looks in your eyes, Let me introduce your needs, Open your cold oak heart, Watch the gentle harmony you have. Let me show you care, Sweet thunder. ...Read more →

I'm a tortured poet writing from the inks of my despair The breath of my demons that ponder inside my skull are popping thoughts intrusively like popcorn in a microwave Eating these popped kernels is making me malnourished but if it's kettle corn I will devour the popcorn like it's my first time tasting such sweetness - movie time??

I can't wait till death I can't wait till I have my last breath Death come soon Don't be next June My dreams are done My love life is done I'm just done with life Death use a knife ...Read more →

Heartbeats are pounding The fingertips are tingling Needles within the chest knits on a skin that’s aching Breathing But the air around is empty puddles, they are turning Grey and bluish Like the bruises On a pair of knuckles Can’t slow down Bloods pouring ...Read more →

I almost got pushed, your hand was there to catch me, and I learned what gravity feels like when something chooses to hold you