[tabby title="Poem"] The concept of night is very conflicting to me.At night,I'm true to myself, like the midnight sky.I see through myself, like clear water. But it is in the night that my past haunts me.My own image haunts me.My...

[tabby title="Poem"] I used to love like a stormno map,no shelter,just sky and surrender.The kind of love thatundoes your nameand doesn’t askif it can. He was ruin,and I walked in likea pilgrim. NowI trace lives in pencil.Measure joy in teaspoons.Ask...

[tabby title="Poem"] These days I don't do much,exceptaccepting what little I get from the love of my stranger. Stranger, that is what I call youmy friendwho just last month kept my fire warm and read me beat poems. I miss...

[tabby title="Poem"] The rain sounds like yousoft at first, then heavier,like the words I never said. Clouds gather, pressing against my chest,thick with unsaid confessions.I hold them in,tight as the sky before the storm. Maybe I’ll break like thunder,spilling everything...

[tabby title="Poem"] Keep sleeping my Home,Keep running my Road,Keep waiting my Destination,I hate you all.I never thought about Past,I never cared about Present,I never worried about Future,All these hellish things do change,I hate them all.Keep sleeping Home, Road, and Destination,Keep...