I am a friend to all things, not just the nature that evolves around us or the people that speak to us – but inanimate objects, ordinary things. The things that make us so human, cutlery and small bottles of shampoo and scales to measure weight, nails, plastic bags, cotton, hair ties and pencil cases. The recorder collecting dust in my old music box and the big metre wide painting of opaque angels in the living room, the single lemon tree that stands alone in the backyard. These objects that we barely notice because they are such a consistent part … Continue reading After reading “Ode to Things” by Pablo Neruda

In silence it pours on the face; quiet it rests between the lips and sad eyes, the salt does not dry in a sore tear; it sprouts in a shallow well of a tired chest of racism and pain, tears flee and they get lost in the map drawn by life. They are repeated one by one, coming and going, we are all black & white, we are sun’s children, we are particles of the universe…❤   Continue reading In silence…

I’ll tell you what my first mistake was. It was thinking it could be different. That the iron surrounding my organs was leaking proof and unable to rust. The creaky pumping of my veins could be sped up by reasons other than my own. It was talking about books on a playground minutes before creating a new home. The screws must’ve frozen in the holes, slipped out from shrinking and let my muscles free. It was forgetting to wear my watch because I had rendered time irrelevant. The days had become lost in sun and wind and an armored heart … Continue reading My mistake…

I remember I use to hate the idea of love. I grew up watching love done wrong for so long that I started to believe it was a place either a thing or a feeling that I didn’t want any parts of it. I watched love backfire in the faces of all my parents.. I stopped believing in marriage or anything… or anyone permanent. When I was younger I remember I use to get involved with people who just to hurt me. I didn’t have a method of protecting my own heart, it was to truly use it to please … Continue reading I finally feel free…

…takes space full of itself beside its self, someplace forgotten, some chase remembering former fleeting feelings, folded inside of blooming cavities, coughing up chances at an unfaltering future, presently absent to our own destruction, I sigh, outside, for my insides are occupied by foreign countries called thoughts, honey droppings from the beehive, pollinating all pollution, modifying all truths into lies, yet still within such paradoxes, the thread of freedom remains, so I follow the yarn into the core of something more than madness, beyond all shadows of summertime sadness, springing like languid leaves, levitating on what ate my fates fortunate … Continue reading Leaving the air…

I’m a woman before all things.. a poetess next. I wear my heart on my sleeve and maintain a fire place within my chest. I’d hold out warnings if my love wasn’t already evident.. you see, I got so much love inside me it began tipping over or burning.. I’m ready to share it with whoever – as long as I’m a priority. I can change your mind if you think of love as frightening.. I can massage your spine if you’re exhausted from running. Stay a while and find the perks in loving me. I’m a woman, before all … Continue reading I am …

We were the children of fathers who never learned how to love. Of mothers that only spoke in shouting. We found ourselves somehow older than the people who were supposed to take care of us; found that we were mature beyond our years. We knew to just let arguments go because they would only lead to trouble, we accepted responsibility, we supplied the nurture that was missing. We would give anything to fill up the absence. We turned ourselves into perfect kids. We learned to give more than we took, to hide our problems under too many layers. How to … Continue reading We

Life is not as plain as black and white and there are no blanket truths. Nobody plays the hand life gives them with a marked deck which means that sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. More plainly put, sometimes we simply fail…. and that leaves us to walk alone. Alone and failing. Letting go gracefully is something everyone wants to do but most of the time we grasp and flail and try to find some piece of what was there; Only to realize after much useless effort that it’s already gone. Was it meant to be broken from the … Continue reading Naturaly alone…