Thinking of you when watching clouds

You’re with the clouds now Exactly where you wanted to be Away from the chaos, the greed, the tears Away from the thoughts that used to haunt you You used to say clouds have a lot of things to tell us What are they saying now? I hope they send a message to your family,…

Pina Coladas and bruises

I feel numb. I supposed I’m used to it now. I’ve grown more and more resilient over the years. Sometimes it surprises me how quickly it’s over. I wonder if he still gets the same satisfaction. I wonder if he prefers that I scream or cry. Somehow the tears don’t come anymore. I find myself…

My crown of shame

I developed a habit of taking things that weren’t mine. Just to prove that I could. I found a sense of pride and accomplishment in having. In conquering. Not realising it was me who has given myself up. Sold my soul for a taste of victory. The victory that came with a crown of shame.…

I’m tired of small talks

Why are we so scared of depth? Of connection? Of opening up our souls and reaching into another’s? Why is it that when a group of us gather in a room, all we can manage to talk about is how to cook a chicken? I’m tired of small talks. I’m tired of talking about the…

To be wanted

I tried so hard to become someone for somebody That I was never there for myself I’m not the kind of girl they write songs about Nor the kind that has heads turn when she walks into a room I dreamt about being that Tried to be that There were a few who took notice…

What really goes on at the gym

Butt: what the hell is that?? Why does everything hurt? Legs : it’s called squatting apparently Butt: why would we do such a thing?? Legs: she wants to get rid of *whispers* Tummy Butt: aw man, that thing’s always causing trouble for us Arms: but why am *I* being punished by lifting this heavy thing?…

What it’s like to love you

You have a suitcase filled with words For every occasion Though sometimes they run out So you open your other suitcase Packed with knives Which you use to draw blood Then use that blood To paint beautiful pictures You are superman And you are kryptonite You are Jesus And you are Judas You are a…

Crash into me

I watch the waves and think about how they have a life of their own, I imagine they are creatures trying to swallow me in. “Do you think it’s exciting”, I ask, “to know that the tide can get to us at any minute and yet still sit here and take that risk?” He ponders…

Knife Party 

Do you like ghost stories? When I was little, my friends and I liked to tell ghost stories Stories we heard, but never encountered ourselves My friends ask me “are you afraid of ghosts” “Yes”, I lied The truth is, I’m not afraid of ghosts, There are other things in the night much more frightening Like…

Life is a Rainbow

Red. The colour of my lips when I’m out with the girls.Red. The colour of the blood that drips out of a twelve-year-old girl who was raped by ISIS in the name of “worship”. Orange. The colour of my iPod, a must-have when I’m on a flight. Orange. The colour of the bright jumpsuit worn…