Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month

Ice: A Poem Like a block of iceStuck in my mind,I heard your name everywhere.Louder than the silenceOf snowfall,Quieter than the frenzy ofA train -Falling somewhere in the middleBut it still made my ear ache.The magnitudeOf a single syllable,Blaring loudAnd I wished to burn it fromExistence.It came with its own scent,Its own pang of painIn … Continue reading Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month

The Moon: A Poem | Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month

The Moon: A Poem What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Earning my trustJust like the astronauts -All those miles away.You're a secret keeper unlikeThe falsified othersI've met before.Beams like hydrationSifting softly throughCracks in the blinds,You listened to theConcoctions of scenariosInside my mind.What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Like necklacesWeaved in the … Continue reading The Moon: A Poem | Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month

Microscope: A Poem | Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month

Microscope: A Poem Fragment of a leaf,Specks of sand, andA slice of beetBeneathMy wild blue eyes -Yet I never wasA scientist in the making.Now -I gaze into thePixels thatHold the weight ofWords, making myBack straighten,Knees lock,Feet and fingers Press forwardAs if flashing past Finished linesOf a thousand marathons.Inspecting the world in clipsLike paragraphsAnd dialogue interrupted,Dashes … Continue reading Microscope: A Poem | Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month

Daybreak: A Poem | Day 18 of National Poetry Writing Month

Daybreak: A Poem Endured familiarity -A type of stability that somehowMade my knees quake.Counting on itLike leaves turning coralOr sweet morning notes of coffee.Stepping in unisonTo motions thatCame and wentAre back again,Why do we treat themLike a special occasion?Breaking looseLike the crevice of daybreak,We rise againIn the treasures ofUncharted territory,Apart,Like it always should have been.

Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month

Paper Cuts: A Poem I have a scarThat slices throughMy most meaningful smilesAnd tucked betweenMy teeth are the namesOf those who told me to neverStop grinning.Like a twinI thought of you asThe second blemish,Marking permanence.I'd rather have paper cuts. Gone and over nowI'm thrilled to shake you off,Comfortably curling fingers into my palm,And slipping them … Continue reading Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month

Lenses: A Poem | Day 15 of National Poetry Writing Month

Lenses: A Poem You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.Tendencies to over think,I gazed deep into the realmsThat blinked in my mindAnd rewarded you withThe inverse of truths. Imagination falteringBetween clear and foggy,I brushed the lenses cleanAs snapshots of bright daysCollaged the surfaces ofMy mind.You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.