Why She Loves the Night

Where her heart had cracked, she believed it broke. Swept away by the breezes that ruffled the wood She’d trekked through in her own front yard Her hands would slide along scarred bark Where the splinters pierced her flesh  When all she’d touched was palm   When she felt the pain, it didn’t stop her…

Go

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…

A Vision

It is in my heart to think how I may envision my own future. Should it be as vivid as my mind attempts to make reality now? I’m certain of what I want. I close my eyes and envision interwoven threads atop grass of a deep green. The sky is overcast, making everything clearer and…

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…

Rise

I You remember  Don’t you?   How you wanted love Because life was never fair Always lonely  Always searching for a way out Death Ink  Love  And then you found him Or  He found you And you liked the feeling  Of someone  Who wouldn’t let go Because no one’s ever Held on like you II…

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…