“I think I love you cause you are always in my mind…” You stayed in my head like a song on repeat, In every small silence, in every heartbeat, In words I don’t say and dreams incomplete, Like something I couldn’t leave behind. I called it love ‘cause it felt so strong, ‘Cause you were there w...Read more

Hush now, pretty baby girl, Welcome to the waiting world. Born beneath a quiet light, Eyes still soft with borrowed sight. Unprotected, drifting slow, Unaware of where winds blow. Disconnected from the thread Of warnings never gently said. Born to be a child beguiled, Running barefoot, dreaming wi...Read more

At the edge of a village, beyond a white gate, was a garden that children thought simply looked great. Bright tulips and daisies, soft petals that swayed, in colours like sunlight and lemonade. Each child had a flower, the gardener would say, “One blossom for you as you wander and play. Care for ...Read more

CASHIER: Welcome. Order when ready. CUSTOMER: Small fries. Coke. I’m budgeting. Tight month. CASHIER: Of course you are. That’s the “Young Adult Start.” Fries in shrinking parts and wages off the chart. CUSTOMER: Just the regular size. CASHIER: There is no regular. Only “Rise.” You can Upsize Yo...Read more

Before we start, a brief disclaimer: this poem contains a sky. If skies have ever made you feel existentially shy, there’s space below for grounding breaths. We aim to clarify. I used the word *blind spot* once— that metaphor was banned. We now prefer “a briefly under-seen conceptual patch of land....Read more

Don’t say you love me — say you loved the disguise, the careful alignment, the soft-spoken lies. You loved the outline, the pencil-thin frame, the version of me that erased my own name. You loved the fragments I sanded down smooth, the parts of my chaos I didn’t let move. The laugh I made light...Read more

It stays with you. Not the shouting. Not the paperwork. The weight. That’s what I remember. Knee down. Palms flat. Concrete warm from the day. His breath going thin under me like air leaking from a puncture. He keeps saying he’s scared. I tell him to stop resisting. Training says control the...Read more

You say you don’t want to lose me, say stay, say try, say breathe— but it’s not about trying anymore, trying is something I already gave teeth. Yes, I’ve had these thoughts before, but this time they don’t just pass. They don’t sit in my head like plans or storms, they live in my bones, my back, m...Read more

 Alarm rang. I rose. Washed up, cleared the night, left nothing behind. Checked the mirror — looked fine enough to pass. Buttoned the shirt, got everything in order. Tied my tie, kept it tight. Coffee strong, kept me going. Checked the clock — time was running out. Grabbed my keys, my wallet,...Read more

They snatched the pork chops mid-chew, said, *“Relax, it’s a contribution,”* mouth full of our dinner, talking redistribution. Called it a cutback—yeah, from *our* side of the plate, funny how the knife only knows one direction to take. We were raised on skillet sermons, grease-stained grace, lic...Read more

I’m sure you’ve heard that butterflies can’t see their own wings. Do birds know how pretty they sing? Do giraffes ever wish their neck was short? Do pigs get tired of the mud? Scientists say we evolve for survival, so weather doesn’t make us lose our marbles. But over here is norms, not style— I s...Read more

They only believe pain when it collapses correctly. When it screams on schedule, when it bleeds where cameras can reach it, when it ruins productivity instead of just ruining people. If you’re still standing, they call you strong. If you’re still smiling, they call it growth. If you’re still showin...Read more

I have plucked feathers from pigeons to write verses in my own blood. I have dedicated poems and songs, laid my voice at your feet, believing art could hold what hurt. But sometimes pain breaks language. Sometimes stanzas are too clean, metaphors too polite, and no amount of rhyme can carry what...Read more

I held my breath till I turned blue So you would take me home with you Elephants are usually grey I changed my color So you’d look my way I stood in the sun on one thin leg Till pink stayed where the pale once fled Flamingos start out soft and light I burned brighter To catch your sight I ran and p...Read more

There in the battlefield his hands kept rhythm for a heart that wasn’t his thud thud palms bruised into prayer forcing time back into torn flesh that wanted out *how long will you keep going* they asked through smoke and screaming steel *till I’ve no arms left* he said counting with his teeth...Read more