Tonight I get to sleep in my own bed, A small privilege I often overlook And very much take for granted, Welcomes me back into its fold Of striped pillows and scattered blankets. The goose down keeps me warm As winter begins to steal away daylight; And whether I float away into sweet dreams OrContinue reading “I get to sleep in my own bed”
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Please Keep It To Yourself
I never asked for this. You took my silence As an outstretched hand, An invisible offering you saw, To tell unsolicited tales Of your failed romances When I am but a stranger to you. When fragile threads of yours grew thin,Why weigh my sleeve with your despair? Your self-sufficient delusions Mistook politeness for a sign,TheContinue reading “Please Keep It To Yourself”
Not all men
I have been told, Not all men are like that, It’s just him. But of course, I know better Because I don’t want to be hurt again. Not all men… Just the ones Who protect the wrong people, The ones who make excuses, But he’s my oldest friend/brother/or whatever, And the miserable ones Who parrotContinue reading “Not all men”
What is it like to be in love?
I have been in love before. I recall the sensation in my chest, the butterflies in my stomach, and the thrill of the cat-and-mouse dating game. What is it like to be in love? Because I’m pretty sure what I just described sounds like the deceptive workings of anxiety. It’s the excitement of learning toContinue reading “What is it like to be in love?”
(Not) sorry, I don’t date cowards
Sometimes I struggle to offer gentle words When bitter repeat offences occur, But then I recall Jesus also flipped tables In the temples, causing quite a stir. We turn the other cheek in the face of adversity, It’s loving rebuke we’re never taught well, You avoided what was necessary for repair, Blaming me for makingContinue reading “(Not) sorry, I don’t date cowards”
Funny Fever Dreams and 1AM Night Skies
It’s not every day you get to turn funny fever-dream-filled conversations into little joyrides down to the waterside. I’m not even sure what came over me in the moments leading up to the absurd exchanges of lame wit and nonsensical trains of thought. Methinks I was trying really hard to avoid a low that hadContinue reading “Funny Fever Dreams and 1AM Night Skies”
Eyes Glued to the Floor
Isn’t it a curious thing How our habits form worldviews And change the very way We move through all the days? When I was young, My head nary looked ahead, Eyes glued to the floor, Downtrodden and defeated. Like a clockwork routine, My gaze falls upon the ground On which I steadily stand And searchesContinue reading “Eyes Glued to the Floor”
Autumn is for the lovers and dreamers
Yesterday’s date used to mean something to me. But now, it’s just another day in April that my phone has reminded me about. I spent the majority of it on my own with small things I did to distract myself from past disappointments. I thought I was diligent enough to get rid of such reminders,Continue reading “Autumn is for the lovers and dreamers”
Half Moon
As I cast my eyes on the sky, searching for that soft and familiar glow of the moon, I sighed a breath of relief. I fondly recalled feelings of marvel in my admiration of the stars. Like a small heartbeat of hope, my chest longed for the same physical nostalgia of dreaming about the future…Continue reading “Half Moon”
Feats and Defeats, Distractions and Delights
It has been quite the feat to scale the tall walls of my waking. Each time I suffer a relapse into unwanted memoirs of misery, my breath shortens its cadence, and my heartbeat runs afar. In my distress, I send desperate prayers to God, begging Him to relieve me of this cup. But the reliefContinue reading “Feats and Defeats, Distractions and Delights”
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