Perpetual Disaster (Sonnet XXIII)

passionate fights with bladed words we speak from places of surety picking up the shredded parts of our hearts starting over with glass shards knowing we are not whole there’s damage gaping holes we’ve grown to ignore surgery individual counseling and couples therapy this is us it's too late to make a fuss let's call... Continue Reading →


I found my armoured knight Sadly He is not shining I stayed Devoted Polishing the metal Carefully Monitoring my movements Waiting for him to ... open up Still He continued to rust Becoming more rigid Leading to A corrosive death Slowly Eating away At Both of us

Opaque (Sonnet XXII)

in the same room once safe spaces now our tomb stifling places a stunning maze of concrete walls between us - displays our silent brawls poured over pain built-up over years yet ... here we remain trapped - smiling veneers among floor to ceiling of palpable distances with no plans to reconcile our differences

Known Unknowns (Sonnet XXI)

in my augmented reality your fragmented visions haunt me inescapable vivid remnants of our dullest days and darkest nights flash across my bedroom ceiling in multi-coloured neon lights creeping along the fringes of my dreams everything we'd never be since maybe circumstances ended it prematurely

This is a Hibun. Inspired by bits of all the true crime stories I consume. Prose poetry at the top, haiku at the bottom. Yes! I know prose poems aren't supposed to have line breaks but reading a massive clump of text online can be a challenge. SO! I broke the rule. Also! A nod... Continue Reading →

Puppet (Sonnet XVIII)

What would I give for a true relationship To bask in the beauty of being wide-open And from courtship, all falsehoods We strip Even when broken, We speak the unspoken But ... alas … don't We all come with strings Those lengthy yarns loaded with expectations Ropes, anchored to known and unknown things Declarations that... Continue Reading →

Words Almighty

Hanging on a wall in the backyard shed words rusting like tools no one will use Discarded like plastic-wrapped fruits fifty percent off produce still, contamination spreads as does ... mould on bread are some things really better left unsaid Listening to Hall while sowing Oates encouraged to speak but I remain mute story of... Continue Reading →

If Only

Let's pretend my lie is true if that is what you need to do Then believe me when I say "Yes! I do, and will always, love you."

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