The Unseen

The Unseen

There are things no eyes can see, yet they consume the most of me. Lleno de luz, my soul, my muse You are the flame the night once knew, and…

blood

prelude blood, invisible ink seeping through the pages of my life story trickling profusely – from invisible wounds, some inflicted recently, some from long ago but still remain  invisible wounds…

Faith in Faithlessness: A Poem

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it’s complicated

early-july there’s an organ,full and begging, it bellows.you can’t hear it, or you can,but choose not to. so all i hear is static, whirring, thumping. tell me every terrible thing you ever…

Cinta

Negaraku Land of which the heart of my feet grazes upon– I walk slowly, my feet submerged in rainwater, There is no shade above my head, but all the better,…