An open letter

A eulogy to my kitten.

A list poem

Thoughts when I was little – Babies are the size of a peanut when they are born. Erasers are made up of cottage cheese or can be vice versa. Writing an exam with that lucky pen will get me good grades. The only thing that grows shorter is a pencil. Stars have the shape of

When tomorrow comes, I shall miss today.

It is only human to miss, to miss past memories, but the memories to come? I miss all those things I haven’t experienced in life yet, the memories to live yet. There is this feeling I have, keeping me at the edge for the things in store, hence I miss. I am waiting for life

Her.

Reading her was not difficult, her face spoke her feelings bright yellow. It was in the way she parted her lips to sigh, the way muscles of her jaw tightened, like something had exploded within and she was trying to contain. The way she pulled strands of hair behind her ear, the way her nose

A fancy funeral.

A friend and I would have conversations about how we’d want our funeral to be and what we’d want engraved on our tombstone.

Gone for good ?

Some people leave, with so many unanswered questions.Oh we wish they left with answers to hold on to when memories gushed like waves hitting the rocks.But when there is nobody to answer your questions, you only have you. So you choose an answer most wise, and feed your soul with what helps you thrive the

Last love note.

Today, I let you go.I do not have a choice, this is my only choice. I had let you in and consume too much of me, I consumed a lot of myself for you, so much that one touch and I’d fall deeper in your cave.There were days when it all felt right, when your

I write more than I read, I think more than I write.

Growing up as a quiet girl, while mostly everybody around would talk, I would listen and observe.Reading came to me during the teens when I felt the need to get the better of words. And soon when the rebel in me couldn’t contain my feelings, writing became a part of me. To be able to

You are whole.

I am,the scars on my facethe dark mole on my neckthe crooked fingers of my handthe loco sound of my laughter But I also am,the luminous eyesthe fragile collar bonesthe luscious locks of hairthe sparkly teeth flashing my smile  I am the cries and smiles,the screams and whispers. I am the dust and glitter. I

Cotton with silver lining.

I’ve always thought of the sky as a swimming pool and the clouds as foam floats I want to sip ice tea on. So whenever in doubt, I look up at the sky and vacation in my mind. When I was little, I believed the clouds were made of cotton. And I still wonder, what