A taste

She experienced love

The way

One takes out their tongue to drink rain water

It has always just been a taste

Never really enough

She never had the chance

To fully let her love grow

So that she could experience more.



There was once a dragonfly

That turned into a butterfly

With wings so beautiful

It attracted every creature in sight

The butterfly flew and flew

But to her despair

Could not find any wings that matched hers

One day she rested on a sunflower

And decided to wait on a special pair of wings

So she waited and waited

And waited….

Therapy Room

With every glare she became toxic

He became addicted

And as time passed

Her image faded and became distorted

Then it was complete darkness

Writer’s block

I write



Then Cancel

A part of me wants to get hurt so that I can write a masterpiece

A part of me wants to fall in love so that I can write a sonnet professing the number of ways “I love thee”

Or I could just get an epiphany and my creative juices could start flowing

But I’m over here swamped with work writing this poem

Love is a lot of things

She loved with her eyes closed so that she can experience everything, everything

She kept her lips open

open to be kissed so that they can tremble by the touch of her lover

She listened to music so that her heartbeat can follow the rhythm to her love songs

that way she won’t have to listen to people who already gave up on love

Her happiness mattered

eventhough it wouldn’t last long

eventhough she fabricated it

Her happiness mattered.


Do you ever just melt ?

you stop thinking

the solid in you becomes liquid

because of the fire burning in both your eyes

One minute you’re sober and you got things under control

“nothing will happen tonight” you lie to yourself

then before you know it you’re staring at the ceiling

out of breath and weak


the rotation of the fan keeps you together

because you can’t even keep yourself together


I’m the sensibility in “Sense and Sensibility”

Logic doesn’t do it for me

At times I feel that the glow of my heart blinds my mind so I end up not thinking straight.

Colours of the Rainbow

I’m filled with paint balls I’m all bottled up I might explode soon Just say the right words that will pierce right through me Right through my flesh Until I pop Until I explode Explode in colours that will brighten your grey spirits In that black and white world you live in You’ll get a taste of my colours and they will remain on you like Lady Macbeth’s bloody hands

Finding love in the city

I thought love came at night when the guy at the bar plays the piano and your face glistens from the candle flame on our table But today I realised that love came when the sun shines its brightest when the birds chirp and the flowers blossom. There you were, looking like a walking piece of art and I’m the tourist eager to take pictures of you so that I can boast about seeing the most beautiful creation ever made.

Speak to me in flowers

She spoke in flowers

everything she said blossomed and grew as she spoke

her words were beautiful like fresh sunflowers

she spoke to him in roses

wishing he’d collect each and every rose

so that in return he’ll give her a bouquet

her roses were so beautiful that he plucked the roses out

and he was left with the stems and thorns

and that’s what he gave her in return