Butterflies are Fragile

Butterflies die if you clench them too tight. They’re fragile. It’s the small things that kill you every day. And it doesn’t happen suddenly, it is an eventual process. But I don’t think I realized before that my conversations with my father have become limited to a general yes/no dialogue about my studies and about…

She Whispered Beauty: A Poem

“Twinkling fireflies, Cascading waterfalls, Double rainbows And a glass bridge. Corporeal constellations, Fountains of youth, Winged miracles And a pacific escape.” All the things that would save me, They said. There’s life after death, They said. Like storks deliver life, Ravens transport us to our graves. Perhaps not in this world But in a parallel…

We Are Artists: A Poem

We aren’t lovers, We are artists. We don’t touch each other, He paints over my imperfections While I refine his flawlessness. We don’t explore one another, I implore him to recreate me, Wash away the thorns pricking my skin As he plants kisses all over my body. And when I’m finally his, He makes me…

Remnants: A Poem

There’s a limit to love, To the magnitude of the sacrifices you would make For those that you love. Even the two little girls Walking down the street, Hand in hand, Sharing not just their meals But their hearts as well, Will part ways, Finding only memories when They peek through the cracks of yesterday,…

Migratory Birds: A Poem

I wake up to the sound of The most profound croaking. If I weren’t a poet I would shoo the poor thing away, But I suppose she is too Beautifully ambiguous To be waved away into Another man’s backyard. My backyard isn’t one of those Embezzled with greenery and Happiness, But her arrival makes it…