Mosaic of Stars and Scars

I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling …

I wish I was straight

If you ask me if I am proud I will gladly say that I am But there are days I often wonder How easy life could’ve been if I was straight I’m not daydreaming of still playing a charade Or trying to find my way back into the closet No, I wonder how life would …

The Break-Up Conversation

This is the break-up conversation we never had. I am not good with break-ups. Whether I’m the one being dumped or doing the break-up, the conversation surrounding it is not that easy. Most of the time, I’d wait for one of us to bring it up then accept whatever happens –then prepare my Taylor Swift …

The Perils of Writing Anxious

I rearranged my worries into an incoherent thought There is no logic or common sense Even if I proofread its sentences The clutter of the words will attack me They are hard to read But easy to digest How can something so poorly written, Badly structured, and filled with made-up words Cloud my better judgment, …

I am a work of art

He forgot to draw my eyes He drew my lips but they could not part They are rose-colored pillows resting on my face Curved as a smile for his comfort He kisses them every morning Gently with a grin He sketched my ears, so I can listen to him Ramble about his day as I …

I’m 25 and I Don’t Know If I’m An Adult Yet

Most sitcoms and movies geared towards millennials have shown that our 20’s are the messiest part of our lives. It is a time where we try to figure out who we are and who want to be. An era where we make the worst financial and career decisions in order to find the best ones.  …

Bluebeard’s Guest

One foot into the door, I saw the skeletons fall “Be my guest,” you said leading me to the bedroom Passing the locked doors of the castle Welcoming me in the warmth of your embrace Saying this can be our sanctuary, As I entered the room, I felt the cold Your fingers caressing my lower …

Sincerely, Future Me

Dear 6-year-old me, There are a lot of things I want to tell you. Many of which will make you confused, slightly shocked, and reassured. You are small with big dreams that do not make sense to anyone else except for you. I wish I still had your energy, optimism, and charming innocence. Sure, you …