Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shedMother always told me that the most important lessons in life come accompanied by saltwater.I always thought she was carrying a soul too spent and too sullen.I didn't know how right she was till sometime back, at seventeen.For it was at seventeen that I was to try through a time where paltry tears- saltwater, was all I could taste, as my world was ripped right out of my ribs, and I experienced my first heartbreak.I was years too young to search for starfish by the shore, to wish myself an old wives tale cure, all for a classic summer sickness. His sea-foam eyes had plighted me and blighted me. He allowed my knees and ankles to burn in rock salt kisses and promises. I allowed him to sear through my wounds, past and present.In the end, I almost lost myself to his vastness, and almost drowned in the strength of his currents.He was far too momentous and I, too infinitesimal.Summer ended a short-lived romance but romance it was nonetheless. Rock salt senses will always string dé
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BURIED TREASUREPeople fear me I've been told, my Strangeness and Solitude,the way the syllables of Silence soothe my tongue thatoverheats from the exhaust of actually speaking, but howcan they fear me, this wisp of a girl who doesn't needa hurricane to break so easily, if only they knew howSolitude wraps my pieces in a diaphanous gauze so I mayglue and re-glue them together again, my sensitive skinwears thin for I refuse to grow callouses-this is my Sourceof Strength and Poetry-but how I secretly wish for someoneto love me and make lace of my scars.My lips are fettered in barbed wire thorns,held tightly together and sewn with the crisscrossstitches of spiderwebs-so my secrets and unsungsoliloquies won't leak out and leave a disemboweledstain on Reality's battlefield, I've learned tokeep my secrets safely locked away, everytimethey laughed at me-my mother and others-I retreated further inside my Dreamer's worldthat sparkled just for me, lost to the EnchantmentI learned to create, I
My companionS I L E N C Ethe w h i s p e r of the sea,the s w a y of the windssomething that drives me insaneIn my life,empty waveformsbliss from uplifting tamed natureand eyes of s o l i t u d e.
Musical ChairsThree women.Three bladders.Two toilets.
Rise Like The Phoenix To FlyPhoenixElegant, mystical,Burning, fading, risingFlying with pride and grace, crumbling into ashWeeping, learning, risingHopeful, determined,Me