She walked in, chalk in hand, a river of light wrapped in lavender scent, not just teaching us “Ek is” and “Jy is,” but what it meant to stand tall in a world that often forgets how to whisper gently. Miss Johnson not just a name on the register, but a rhythm in the corridors. a hymn in the hu...Read more

Oh, Mister Maestro, tickle those keys, Make ‘em dance like bees on a summer breeze! Play me a tune that’ll twist my soul, Like spaghetti caught in a rock 'n' roll bowl! I walked to the stage with a wish in my heart, A melody melting like warm apple tart. Said, “Rodney, my friend, what tunes ...Read more

Social anxiety I feel In a world that takes what's real you try to climb hearts that only see you as a meal, you don't really get along with your peers like you do with your fears, tell me What are you willing to do for love I know a broken heart when I'm one, let them say no-your to much of ...Read more

She smiled with syrup on her lips a sweetness thick enough to drown me. Her hands were soft, but war doesn’t need claws to leave a man in pieces. My body stood like a soldier saluting the wrong flag, while my mind screamed in a language no one taught me how to speak. I wanted to run. But how do ...Read more

She never got to brush my hair, Or chase the monsters from my room. They say she kissed me once, then slept A silence wrapped inside her womb. No stories read, no lullabies, Just weeping hands and folded prayers. The day she died, the sun stood still, And left her footprints on the stairs. Years ...Read more

Don’t call. Not because I’m mad but because I finally found peace in the silence you gave me first. Ignore this. Just like you ignore the way I memorized your mood swings like lyrics only I sang along to. Please, don’t feel bad for choosing her at midnight and choosing me at noon. I’m sure I was ...Read more

In the soil of the eyes of the well lies a water in the form of a red bell tender to the voices of distraction It's easy to anger a house without The foundation. Take control of the flowers that grow in concrete, cause a firm heart stretches its walls even when below is empty, I give a chim...Read more

They say it was the silk of her dress, the curve of her skin beneath moonlight’s caress. The sway of her hips, the way that she laughed, as if joy were an invitation, a silent path. They say it was the lace on her thigh, the shimmer of sequins catching his eye. The bare of her shoulders, the red of...Read more