Inspired by “Notebook Fragments” by Ocean Vuong
Older boys will kill you, mother said. I believed her.
Today I met an older boy. I’m terrified of the man I love, even though he’s the only one who believes me.
Close the door, daddy said. Turn off the lights, daddy said. You’re wasting electricity, daddy said. You’re wasting money, wasting water, wasting space, daddy said.
Listen to your dad, mommy said. You know you’re his jewel, his princess, right? Mommy said.
Note to self: The people who are killing you are also caring for you.
Continue reading “Note to Self”
On Making Mistakes
Fall in love. First date at his place went great. Regret nothing. Love every second of being together. Cuddle up close, legs wrapped up around each other, the touch of our skin leaving gentle kisses where our lips haven’t been. Regret nothing.
Continue reading “Life-Saver”
When He Left
Because you are the sky’s first song
Because you are what poured from my wounds like raindrops
Because you are what my lacrimal glands want back
Because you are all the things I hated
Because you are all the things I loved
Because you are the reason why I’m not breathing right
Because you are the reason why I’m not sleeping right
Because you are why I’m drowning
Because you are a puddle
Because you didn’t love me back
Because you never stayed long enough to love me back
Because you broke me
Because you didn’t need me
Because you are happy.
Because I don’t need you.
Because I am happy.
1. The sky at 6pm. Sometimes, when the sky is clear, the sky is blue. The sky is blue. With a little bit of orange. I always found it fascinating how the universe tends to put two colours on opposite ends of the spectrum together.
Continue reading “The Things I Like”
She’s beautiful. She had always been beautiful. I wonder if she knew that.
I met a girl when I was 14, she had glass for eyes and a post-it smile. Every day I sat across from her in the canteen and watch her stomach turn over and over as her friends surrounded her with rejected love and support.
Continue reading “Poem For The Broken”
It’s getting colder and colder and now it’s hard to breathe. My words are just my breath and writing is just bleeding.
Let me take a rest.
I’m going on haitus for an indefinite amount of time, sorry guys. But don’t worry, I’d be back!
Lucky Lucky Lucky Me
“Don’t you know how lucky you are to have a beautiful beautiful beautiful body like that?”
Performed at the Handshake Poetry Slam organised by Word Forward, link to my performance can be found at the end of the poem.
Continue reading “Beautiful”
For Hunter. Happy Birthday.
I know you’re busy, but I got a few things to say.
I won’t take but a second, promise, just let me spill my heart to you for a moment. I have things I wanna say, to you specifically.
Continue reading “Time Is A Construct”
You are made of power and strength,
You shouldn’t let that stay inside of you.
To My Friend, An Artist. Inspired by “The Type” by Sarah Kay
A friend of mine came under fire online on multiple different occasions, and it affected the way she drew and viewed the world and I couldn’t get through to her no matter what I did. So I picked up a pen, and sketched in words, the only way I know how.
Continue reading “Ariana”