An ode to the poet in me on my best days, she’s all I am on my worst days, she’s all I hope to be. She’s the…… Read more “An Ode”
Category: self
Taste
Hands glided against each other, as if caressing the wounded palms with soft cloth. They wanted something that would assure them that sweetness can be licked from…… Read more “Taste”
Amaranthine
I never knew that, When graphite touches paper, There would be sparks. I tried to engulf these sparks when I first saw them. I felt energised and…… Read more “Amaranthine”
The Beast
I used to think that he was always asleep, not caring what was going on outside. I used to listen to him snore loudly as I made…… Read more “The Beast”
‘What if…’
You wake up one day and realise that things aren’t meant to be this way. You are eagerly waiting for something to change. You wake up one…… Read more “‘What if…’”
