my grandmother told me one day that I was named after a constellation so when you see me being reckless it’s because my ancestors were meteoroids powerful and earth shattering tearing the atmosphere like a stubborn lightning strike i was a haphazard shooting star before they tried to tame me i carve the universe on…… Continue reading i bring the revolution with me
a poem where i personify 2018 into an ex lover
an ode to the yesterdays i cherish
hating yourself isn’t poetry my love show me all your scars and let me kiss them gently your flaws aren’t ugly my darling they’re like the wings of a butterfly you can’t see them completely yourself but i can and they’re beautiful like a rose gold sunset those who hurt you don’t…… Continue reading hating yourself isn’t poetry
now do not misunderstand me when I say I’m broken by broken I mean – a broken weapon like a sword that’s broken into two for when it went through war it cut what came in its way and its final victory is it’s open wound chanting its glory so if you ever kiss me…… Continue reading I Am Not Glass, I Am Rome
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I like the early hours of a new day When people are deep in a slumber And the vehicles aren’t creating too much noise on the street The new air still untouched by noisy inventions on wheels I like the early hours of a new day When you can do whatever you…… Continue reading I Like The Early Hours of A New Day