Three… wait - four reasons I stay away from boys:1. They are not Jesus: I have unrealistic expectations which I plan to stick to even to my detriment. I should think about being a nun. Neh, I am too faulty.2. I don't want to get pregnant: the older I get the more sex becomes a … Continue reading Dating?
That is why I cried, not because I am scared of you, but of me.
Water Works
Packing Hope
I wrote this poem a few years ago when I had to move from the farm I was volunteering at. I was relying on financial support from friends -friends who also didn’t have a lot to give and the little they gave come to an abrupt end, forcing me to move.I move around a lot, … Continue reading Packing Hope
A Bunch of Daisies
There is nothing better than moments in life spent in breath-taking beauty. The sun burning my skin gold, an army of white and yellow daisies decorating the field, and the orange outlines covering the mountains. The air, crisp and fresh, reminding me that I am alive and with you. You make it real. I always … Continue reading A Bunch of Daisies
Freedom Kind
My kind of freedom is the one that sets infants free while the warriors rest in peace.Where the beginning is present, wherever one chooses to end. My kind of freedom does not wait to attack you but waits to be found in the phase of challenged tongues. My kind of freedom goes beyond one's capacity … Continue reading Freedom Kind
Dangerous Minds
Feel what I feel when I sleep at night The thought of never seeing tomorrow hunts me in my dreams
The Poor Soul Can’t Write
and even those who chase neither stars nor blossoms write about the tunnels and the light. about the covers on their bed and the laughters they count.
Sober Love
My love for you does not make me cry It used to It does not make me confused It used to It does not make me dream It used to
Rather Unsaid 