i live in a world where supposedly having my hemline touch the knee or lower is supposed to protect me; i'm supposed to stay in bed at 2AM not because it's good to maintain a good sleeping pattern but to roam the streets and stargaze aren't deemed to be safe for the girls. i shouldn't … Continue reading IT’S NOT YOUR BODY
Tag: poems
don’t get close to anyone
don't get close to anyone my thoughts whisper to me; stay guarded my mind warns and my heart proceeds to put up barriers warding off the devil that appears today in the form of attachment. i'm just too tired, too goddamn tired of caring more than them and draining my soul dry for someone whose … Continue reading don’t get close to anyone
Being Love’s Prey
If you wanted to see me, you could’ve just said so. But tell me, how does one ask to see another, knowing in their heart, the other would rather not be there at all? When you are here, it feels like I have something to fear. Why would I fear the person I love? It … Continue reading Being Love’s Prey
you did the same to me
you chose to kill your family ties with the drinking. you swapped the bedtime stories for late night score settlings and exchanged family chatter at the dinner table for radio silence; you raised a fist in your family home and discarded your flesh and blood - the ones you vowed to love, cherish and protect … Continue reading you did the same to me
you were the one
i was scared to love again; scared to be loved and to be in love until i met You. You made it so easy that before i knew it my heart was all yours and that thought didn't intimidate me - not one little bit. and i guess that's when i Knew that you were … Continue reading you were the one
my grudge against the media
disclaimer - when making negative points/criticising, i'm addressing the minority and am well aware the majority are angels! i think it's unjust how parts of the media pick and select who deserves their compassion, and who can fight to retain their human rights without the outside world's support. the media is an outlet for providing … Continue reading my grudge against the media
doodles (3)
he said i was perfect
he said i was perfect yet let his eyes wander to girls with more curves and prettier faces and educate me on what sexy is and told me not to worry - god has given us science, and there's nothing surgery can't fix; of course - that's if you're unhappy darling, with your body, he'd … Continue reading he said i was perfect
hostage
i've been treading the path i've been taking at gunpoint but it's only now that i realise it's you that's been holding me hostage all this time. i would have traded my smile for yours given up sleep wasted away idle hours in your company obsessed over anything and everything with you sacrificed the rewards … Continue reading hostage
there’s this sadness gnawing away
there's this sadness gnawing away at my bones; it lurks inside my soul and feeds off my thoughts. i tried to kill it but my conscience kept resuscitating it; i think my heart fell in love with the way it remains loyal to me in a way no one else can be. i'm tired of … Continue reading there’s this sadness gnawing away