“what then?”

imagination i fathom to be our greatest curse things go wrong… what-if? things go right… what-then? and imagination brings the hearse asking what-then after you weave in your head a tapestry of an almost history crowned in smoke and mirrors   think and you drown murdered by our own hopes to live because it is … More “what then?”

“dear snake”

beware of your fangs sharp as the broken teacup that cut my right thumb when I was eight years old the scar is still here right on the knuckle i wonder if you felt the pain when I plucked your demons out venoms showering my earth as they snapped now they are dangling on my … More “dear snake”

“f-words”

they saw my words flowing through you all the love longing leaving assuming a credit of my poetry equals to your name so much it hinged right to my frozen fingers fidgeting for feelings forgone feeding myself with f- words because honestly I am fed up with wondering why tears would not come why but … More “f-words”