color drains around me

stimulating enigma in my mind

illuminating passion in my heart

as i paint my first stroke

on the canvas before my eyes

a whisper approaches my ear

do not fear for i am no different then you

i am the mother of the night

i am the moon...

to salvage a love

is to reignite a spark

however it never appears to be enough

you left me in the dark

left victim to your vices

which are slowly tearing me apart

every time a moment arises

where you are able to face me with credence

you run and replace me with suffices

i have pledged my allegiance

when you have forgotten your vow

which makes me drown in grievance

you seem to be doing just f...

i have mistaken adrenaline for love

obsession for passion

a cold war it is, like the cold war in my heart

you played the assassin m, just to extort

i didn’t fall victim to you

i feel victim to me

requires my brain just to make believe...

if only the truth didn’t feel like defeat

your palm on my waist

your lips as you speak…

i needed my fix, addicted to the rush

as your words slip, i don’t know what i want

but maybe, just maybe i am too at fault

lost track of time like your watch i had bought...

new commitments lounge on my frontal lobe

awaiting contemplation from my egos bliss

as my pencil touches paper

i can not help but think of my faults that make me flawed

so often do we forget that we’re made in the image of god

i am not a muse of comfort or predictable endings

i’m rather a woman who seeks adventure and spontaneous highs

dreaming of a robust future while dealing with pieces of r...

if your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

would you admire the abrasive edges

and yearn to know

why they are placed how they are

would you cherish its beat

the rise of it when you come around

or when you tell me i’m the most perfect thing

would you hold it like your hands the last thing my heart will ever feel

because in a way, i think it will be...

“when i told you i loved you i meant it” he said.

“if i told you i felt deeply about you you would believe me”.

the tugging of heart strings is an normal occurrence in his heart.

he believes he has discovered love just to end up dealing with someone else’s damages.

and to tell the truth, it keeps him up at night.

he stares at the ceiling for hours trying to find a remedy for the painful reoccurr...

rose hips grow from my heart

singing a melody

from the descendent of delicacy

caressing every bit of my being

nurturing ever wound in my spirit

it’s sweet kisses

send messages of compassion

it’s innocence blisses

emulates the energy of passion

this is how

rose hips grow from my heart...

reminding myself peace of subjective

like the flow of my motions

pieces of myself neglected

voids as far wide as oceans

staying dynamic threw commotions

i get my inspiration form trees

they taught me to take seasons in doses

no escaping what’s meant for me

on top of the world, the bottom of the totem

my belonging of this universe guaranteed

my heart is full, it is open

everything is just as it’s ...

speaking of it would make it real

if i conceal my lips

with an illusory way of thought

be reticent in my interactions

and desolate with my heart

i could manifest a reality

where everybody caught amnesia

because the truth is -

i am guilty, regretful

of the girl i once was

the role i once played

so now i’m playin’ pretend...