You tell me to cover up my skin.
That my laugh should stay coy and my words measured.
You want me to carry myself gracefully for I should be a lady.
My ripped jeans and expressive wardrobe offend your ideals. Continue reading
If you were a book, I would recognize you on a shelf
in a bookstore, among a thousand other books.
I wouldn’t judge you by your cover
or by the horrible art someone else drew on your face. Continue reading
Life has taught me not to trust, and not to welcome. I was taught to shelter myself from everybody. To shield myself from even those who seem to be worthy. People wear masks and those masks only perish when it’s too late. When you’ve given all you can give, when parts of you are deeply invested and it’s hard to step away. Continue reading
What she loves about being a writer,
is that she’ll always know what will happen in her story.
What scares her about life;
is that there is absolutely no control over what will happen. Continue reading
These words have been laid down so effortlessly,
Who is the author of this book I’m reading.
A biography of twists and turns,
cuts and burns,
struggles endured. Continue reading
A rhythm of art has never been so
as wide and lively
as your ecstatic joy riddled with panging grief.
Your wars, your white flags and your weddings will mark
Windows of words – a million of them pouring in to my world
and focusing to make one blinding ray in my mind. Continue reading
I open my eye lids like a fortress gate
For you to step in the orthogonal domain
And discover the labyrinth of my mind
Please don’t be afraid and make yourself at home
The home of madness, the sanctuary of centuries Continue reading
“The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
You have been in my memories,
since my earliest years.
Not that ragged clothing,
nor the star-bangled hair,
or your charismatic charm,
has left my mind… Continue reading