Timetable of Us

7:05 am on a Saturday Good morning texts and motivational affirmations Flood my inbox Because it is your priority On the top of your to-do list On the Google Calendar agenda, I have made for you My love language is time But I took it too literally Placing our past, present, and future In bullet …

A Man and His Dog

Before the self-isolation and social distancing, I always saw this man with a dog He wasn’t your typical dog lover I’d often see him without a shirt Exposing his ash-covered torso, He wore cargo shorts a little too big for him And he was already a man of large stature His bare feet on the …

An Agoraphobiac in a Closet

When I was 13, I built myself a closet to suffocate in my non-existent heterosexuality. Decorated the walls pink and blue, hoping it would feel like home.  I grew up thinking there was only gay or straight, no other option. So, I spent half of my life having a gay identity crisis.  Then you came …

Hello & Goodbye Blue

Hello, white sand beaches and crystal blue waters Framing a beautiful view Sadly, I never fully appreciated The landscapes and photographic Aesthetics in front of me Because I was too busy Wondering and Carelessly daydreaming about you By the way, I like your eyes Especially when you smile By the way, it was easy Talking …

My Mental Illness is not Romantic

Dear skinny white men with a fetish for manic personalities Thank you for your movies and stories Highlighting how my mental illness Would make me the perfect woman for your Lacklustre, dull characters looking for life Or someone so broken to fill their egos Thank you for categorizing My anxiety as romantic

More Thought Bubbles

Thoughts have resurfaced They continue to linger Each thought left a remnant of my sanity, self-esteem, and self-worth. when I thought I have a garden to flourish my emotions these thoughts resurface revealing ruins each day passes some moments are different I continue to garden despite the rubble and cracks I’m afraid Because these thoughts …

What Makes Us Good?

I never knew how to answer this question: “Am I a good person?” This would lead me down a rabbit hole Of confusing questions and painful contemplation I would need to review my script of lies Maybe there’s a way I can revise the truth I can weigh in both the bad and the good …

I am Not a Love Poet

I was never a love poet most of my love poems suck I try to write about heartbeats, blushing, and weakening knees but I stop in the middle of a verse I stare at what I have written unsatisfied by my own clichés How can I write about love when it’s too overwhelming I have …