You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You
Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am
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one need not die to enter hell therefore it is the path of least resistance-MG- In Mitch Albom's book The Five People You Meet in Heaven, readers encounter five characters who had significant impact on the protagonist's life before he entered heaven. It is a book that shows the guidance and influence of the people … Continue reading The Five People You Meet in Hell
This is to the teachers who put me on a pedestal The only ‘justification’ they used bordered cultural and racial This is to the classmates who sectioned off by sex With girls to the right and boys to the left This is to the headmasters who signed off on those papers Took bribes from the … Continue reading School: A Trauma
Layers is old, layers is new Layers is a wish or a dream come true Layer upon layer of sun rays reign Upon layers and layers of fields thirsting for rain Removing a layer, atmospheric bliss Adding a layer, attachments to the old, reminisce Attachments overlap as layers envelop such bliss Enamored as its embrace … Continue reading Layers — [collaborative poetry]
Lines weaved left right overlapped Generating a pattern for a tablemat Its formulation stares at me as I type these words Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the keyboard Wonders why its only purpose is to keep tables from being scorched Well mat, I didn’t … Continue reading A Banterous Ode to Tablemat
It was his only chance He rushed towards the door Impulse was his weakness Thus he tripped onto the floor Knowing who was knocking He wanted to make an impression Little did he realise he was bound By a wheelchair and a confession He picked himself up to get the door To her surprise, this … Continue reading Impulse Was His Weakness (Collaboration)