Mute Noises

This room empty, still folds a language of dots & moisture holding a voice inside, holding a crescent of love inside. It has triangular edges, sulking the memories inside. A bohemian palm doused in laughter. I linger here and there, near the corner pale yellow table, above the square corner of files, soiled poetry. This… Continue reading Mute Noises

Our Poetry

Pull me closer to your diamond skin a place that eats all my molested scars, in the walls of books and poetry you shall be my muse, the other half. of my upcoming poetic line, upcoming splinters of ice, we make love castles,amidst the dirt hanging like spider web, Precise knots of commitment are the… Continue reading Our Poetry

Scars

        Beyond this cracking wall, in the horizon of that empty dusk, I walk in the blues of protrusion of my floral cheeks my mind scratched, my heart stabbed A partition of a falling star and constellation of stars a Meraki of a paper boat, if you know I walk in unknown… Continue reading Scars

All I crave

    It’s like crawling slowly and steadily on my skin, my cold skill refuses that baked slice of lemon to provide composure, oh, the moon, show me your silver beam in this sunny gold pyramid. It’s something like a blatant truth now suffocating my inside organs. Clenching my unsaid words, devouring my amorphous fidelity… Continue reading All I crave