the rain has been falling since last night.
the world around me cools to a point
sitting on the edge of my blanket, resting
upon my bosom. i gaze, sleepy and warm,
at the photos from yesterday where the
sun stroked our faces as we kissed
and where the moon peeked from clouds
floating above our tired eyes.
the skies are kind to us; they will bless us
with the love of the gods.
Exams are frustrating. Do you agree? 
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Inside of this fragile bottle, ready to burst lies nothing
But a flood of emotions, held in my stomach for eternities.
Although you sit in silence,
Still I see the way your fists clench.
Never backing down, I’m nothing but
A stupid child, but it can’t be helped,
because i’m ugly
If you touch me I’ll scream out loud;
The ‘no’ that wells up behind my eyes-
i wish i could grow up soon
Continue reading “We won’t meet again”
How had it gotten to this? He had just heard a scream from the side alley on his way back home and now he was lying on his stomach with a bruise forming on his temple and his lips slightly bleeding. His guts where churning from the punch he had received earlier, and he found it a struggle to breath. Looking up he saw his attacker slowly walking towards him – a knife in their hand. Behind the attacker lay a girl weeping, too distraught to even escape during the time he had bought her. Well that time was almost up now, and it seemed like his end was near as well, seeing from the glint of the knife. Should I just give up now? What will happen to her, once I’m gone? Would I ever be able to live with myself, knowing that I could have done better to stop him? Heck, I won’t even be alive. What have I even achieved in this unremarkable life? What about my dream of becoming a doctor to help others? 17 years spent living just to die here at the hands of a murderer?
Continue reading “The Will to Fight”
the breeze blows and sweat seeps through your shirt
you call me pretty and pat my shoulder
lightheartedly blowing pink dust
across my cheeks
Continue reading “Confession”
“I really hate you.”
“I really love you.”
Through these words we had shared with each other, we let the other know our true feelings. What followed was a blur, filled with emotions. We were shouting at each other, tears were shed, hurtful words were spoken, bonds were broken. And then reformed. We didn’t keep anything from each other. We made our true feelings known and shared our suffering with the other. The jealous little sister and her oblivious elder sister.
We made a promise to never hide anything from the other. To share how we felt and to face the world as a pair – as two of a kind. Destined to be together – inseparable. As I now watch the night sky, moonlight shining down on me, with my little sister by my side – fast asleep, I can’t help but wonder how amazing it is to have her with me.
“What’s wrong?” asks a sleepy voice beside me. “Can’t sleep?”
“Hm,” I mumble as I nod my head slightly. She slowly gets up to sit beside me.
“Well, sleep soon,” she says as she wraps a blanket around the both of us and snuggles to sleep at my side. She’s so cute in that way. I smile as I look back at the stars. Without a doubt, “We’re going to be okay.”
We mark the path for both the awake and the asleep
Alike, because this is neither the past nor future,
But rather the present-
Rows and rows
And rows and rows of
Blue metal beams
Looking straight up at the sky Continue reading “Straight lines”
I sat across staring impatiently at the women who sat across me- her auburn nest of matted hair spilled out from under the hideous hat she wore, and the thousands of pins she used to tame the mess peeked from under the brim of her hat. Resting on the bridge of her thin, crooked nose were purple thick rimmed glasses that threatened to crush her fragile nose under its heavy weight. The golden name tag she wore proudly on the breast pocket of her robes read: “Karen, Senior Astrologer, Hearing Department”, and pinned neatly above it was an intricately carved brooch in the shape of a scorpion. Its sleek black body stood out in stark contrast against the dirty white of her robes, and its stinger poised menacingly in mid-air as its beady eyes twinkled curiously at me. Karen’s body was shaking from the fervour she was scrawling onto one of the scrolls with. Continue reading “Hidden in the Sky”
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a girl stumbles in her cheap linen dress:
a wrinkling cream cocoon,
a tad too young for her.
the frills billow in the breeze,
the trees rustle a fairytale tune—
May I have this dance? she looks up to air.
a waltz for two, but she will spin alone
because boys are disgusting Continue reading “Last Dance”