“That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”
The Fault in Our Stars
anisah
Impossible, Imperfect Love
Original PoetryHe died every night for her,
just as the moon did
with the sun.
Venom
Original PoetryI bit my tongue
as he spat poison into my lungs.
The Colour Black
Original PoetryHave you noticed how poetic the colour black is?
It’s the colour of the night sky
as a blanket of stars smothers daylight.
It’s the colour of ash
as a finger of fire traces the scars of the earth.
It’s the only colour you can see
through the darkness as it suffocates you.
It’s the colour of the ink
used to write this very poem.
Immortalised
Original WritingI turned him into poetry.
I transformed him into art.
I made him immortal.
An Apartment in New York City
Original WritingI wish we could live in an apartment in New York City,
where the sun would always shine as dawn breaks
and large windows would illuminate the room with sultry hues of gold,
or even in the winter where frost would climb the glass
as we huddle under the covers to stay warm.
Yellow taxis
neon lights
lilac sunsets.
That’s the dream.
And it all starts
And ends
With you.
Intentional Blindness
Original WritingWhat’s the use of eyes if the mind is blind?
Silent Sounds
Original WritingHow can it be that silence can speak a thousand words, and a thousand words can mean nothing at all?
Holy Adoration
Original PoetryCrucify me with your poisoned lust
and the inability of your love
to remain silent.
Third Degree
Original PoetryThere is a scar just under my ribcage from where you last touched me.
It was a gentle caress, a stroke of skin on skin,
but it now burns like a flicker of flame.
Charred.
Yet, ash of your short-lived undying love
falls to the ground
As gravity works its compelling lull.
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