I die a bit every timeIt begins the way sparks do: quick, careless, light jumping from line to line. Messages arrive faster than thought, sentences overlap, laughter leaks through glass and pixels. The cursor waits, impatient, as if it already knows what comes next.... See More »
Lie to me nowLie that you remember my presence, how it stayed with you after I was gone, how your thoughts moved slower because I had passed through them. Lie that sometimes, without warning, your mind drifts toward me in the quiet spaces, between one thought... See More »
A Poem for the DepartedLong golden box covered in white carnations and lilies And as he drew his last breath, his life became stories Parents, siblings, friends, in silence—would they find a reckoning That life for him may’ve been brief, yet was once filled with... See More » (1)
The Boy and the ManThe Boy A small boy sits on the edge of the room, where voices have just slammed the door shut. His feet don’t reach the floor, but the silence does. His mother’s face is folded in on itself, tears slipping down like apologies she never owed. Her... See More »
How a woman gets a manNot the dress, not the curve, not the shine of her hair, Not the practiced perfection hanging in the air. It’s the way the world dims when her message lands, Threads go quiet, the scroll slips from my hands. It’s how my thoughts line up, suddenly... See More »
I hate myselfI hate the way I watch the clock like it’s a stranger I’m avoiding. Minutes pile up like unopened mails, each one addressed to a version of me who was supposed to try harder. I carry plans like unfinished sentences, beautiful beginnings with no... See More »
How I fall in loveI fall in love like it’s a reflex. Smile? Yes. Kind eyes? Already done. My heart skips thinking and goes straight to maybe. I call it optimism. Others call it a pattern. I don’t flirt I accidentally care. Hard. Fast. Sincerely. If love were... See More »
Craving attention - sad thoughtsI am ashamed of how loudly my silence asks for you. I have so much to give it frightens me, attention like sunlight, care that doesn’t run out, time, the only currency that is truly mine. I would hand you my days without counting them, my nights... See More »
