My Words and You

My words cheat on me. They talk about you Without my permission. Maybe they have a soft spot for you, That's why they don't listen to me. Maybe you've enchanted them And they don't care about the consequences. When they talk about you, They form a melody That is from outer space. My words like... Continue Reading →

A Chaotic World

This world Is confusing. It's filled with Chaos and noise. I just want to Sit down alone To untangle My tangled thoughts And emotions. My heart and brain Have constant conflicts.  Each wants a different thing. And the messiness of this world  Isn't helping me To calm them down. P. S. The drawings I've used... Continue Reading →

Now It Is Just “Me” and “You”

I woke up And you were The first whom I thought about. I wanted to Send you a Good morning Message. I grabbed My phone And I Unlocked it. Scrolled down And clicked on Your name. But then, I remembered We are No longer "us", Now it is just "Me" and "you"

Crying Spot

Back when we were younger We had a spot. We had declared it As the crying spot. It was safe And far from the crowd.  There, no one could see our tears Or hear our sobs. Words weren't necessary to be said, Hugs were what we gave one another. We used to Sit wordlessly And... Continue Reading →

October – A Poem

A poem from my second paper baby. It is the perfect weather for meTo sit down aloneAll I can hear is the sound of the birdsAnd the windThe sun penetrates the cloudsIts light caresses me so warmlyIt almost feels like a soft hugI close my eyes,Let the calm take me awayInto a peaceful universe.It's not... Continue Reading →

How I Became a Poet

I read short lines That I added extra lines to.  I read some other lines That I changed the words of. I carried my pencil And wrote down these replies These changes To the short lines that I read. I saw, I felt, I observed, I cried, I laughed, and I wrote. I carried my... Continue Reading →

The Little Things – A Poem

It's the little things That matter to me. You'd think that When I tell you About the simplest things That happen in my day Is just me trying to tell you Something casual, Or that when I mention The cliché events Is because I tell everyone. But the truth is The exact opposite. I tell... Continue Reading →

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