You’re at an airport. You emerge from the metal detector. No sounds. No flags. No worries. Wrong. Your hands get “randomly selected” to be checked for bomb residue. Your skin is brown. Your eyes are wide. You’re 15 and your palms face the ceiling as a pale, overbearing stranger brushes your flesh with powder. With…
Water
The door is open. The wind howls, aching with every breath that knocks the wood against the wall. The thuds of every exhalation resound throughout the empty house. The sky rumbles, with flattened clouds that blur and drift like phantoms with no purpose. And as the rain begins to fall, there is no distinction between…
Oxford
Recollection is like a sea of various shades washing on the dull gray sand of daily living. Nostalgia, or the concept of memories flooding one’s mind as they are triggered by trivial things––like cake crumbs, fine china, or even the musky scent of an old love’s cologne––is the sentimental impact of adventure come and gone…
Heart Alight
Along the frame With heart alight I hope you too Can see the night The wisps of cloud Like orchid smoke The little suns That dance with hope Silhouettes of trees Like strokes of ink On that navy dusk From sunset’s pink The touch of chill That warms you most The sound of chirps To…
Lost Boy
To the One that’s Lost, I hope life is treating you well. I hope its embrace feels tender, warm, and secure. I wish that its occasionally harsh grasp will not deter you from succeeding in all the ventures you’ve chosen. The ones I’m not allowed in. I do hope, with the purest ounces of my…
Chunni
Cover me Where he cannot see Under the chunni Hiding White and sheer With lashes down A curl of hair Tucked in ebony With jewels glimmering Gold gleaming Eyes marveling Weight they cannot feel I am not stained red Yet But his fingers Won’t find mine anymore And the bangles break Before they’re…
Starlight
The darkness does not scare me. My brokenness never will. Because when I look up to the black, I realize shattered glass still glimmers. Heat will rise in passion’s haste to feel what burns within. No matter the shadows I’ve embraced, I will always glow against that dark. That dark that coal cannot burn. That…
Galaxy
I too have loved the stars– Strewn across that velvet black Where cool shades mix like marbled art Where hearts get lost and don’t come back I’ve run through forests almost blind Through leaves of stippled dew– Over gnarled roots and twisted pine To join the wolves in search of you Those beasts…
