i hear my best friend i see you walk through the door gibbering something you search the room i hear a car honking your heartbeat screams above all that outside the restaurant the blink of your eyelids is like a loud soft tap i hear the waitress taking your sighs of relief fill my mind... Continue Reading →
8. flowers in your hair
Before you read this poem, check out this scene from a Norwegian show called Skam to understand the poem a little bit more. your smile. the one that does more than just lighting up your face we just finished playing basketball in which you beat me, obviously and we were going on something, like a... Continue Reading →
7. Accidental Birthdays
"Have we met before?" "Have I heard that line before?" "Maybe. But not on you though" *chuckling* "Okay then" *uncontrollable laughter* "No we have not met before." "Are you sure? I remember seeing you at some party I don't forget a striking face like yours" *sipping from the beer mug* "Then it was either your... Continue Reading →
6. when the bottom falls out
how does it feel to be right down there? you look up to see everyone you loathed, you loved you cheated, you protected you screwed, you supported look down on you snigger, laugh, mock you did you ever wonder why your sins always outweighed your virtues? well now you have time since you are not... Continue Reading →
5. Sunday Coffee & Second Chances
Was it strained? Us? Will we ever happen? The kettle screamed at the brightness of Sunday Is that calmness due to comfort Or because it got awkward? Two of coffee and sugar each into two cups. This was how things felt with us. Poured water into each cup. Was it going to end? The swirling... Continue Reading →
4. like deconstructed origami
only if we had a manual to growing up. on how to be an adult on how to manage your finances on how to maintain relationships on how not to lose your passion to your profession on how not to self pity on how not let the burden break you and all we did was... Continue Reading →
3. Chasing Secrets
Maybe I just like knowing what is behind The sad smiles, The teary eyes, The imperfect handshakes, The rough thrusts, The dark scars, The soft brushes, The judgemental sniggers, The green faces, The blood soaked hands, So am I the seeker of secrets Or the keeper of secrets? AND PARI AND I ARE BACK Y'ALL!... Continue Reading →