The fun part is about to be over Gravity your head is pulled to fro every other direction Your mouth speaks but you hear nothing The clock’s stagnant time’s disappeared time has stopped (that’s how it feels anyway) and it’s ours to play with Thoughts and words copulate emotions step on oneanother not knowing you’veContinue reading ““Blasé Blues””
you’re getting used to being on your own you only crave companionship from the humans for the temporary highs for the heart fatters for the monthly kilig but not for the wedding bell ball chain your mind toys with you, son.
The end of December, despite all its chaos and insomnia, is always perfect for freeing unsaid words, tired love songs slipped in cheesy poems your loved ones never got to hear last spring. They may be corny, they might not even hear it behind all the noise but having spread the love is all thatContinue reading ““2015 thank you notes””
You showed me how to be grateful with having the best friend ever. You taught me how to wake up the sleeping child in me. You showed me how to be a better brotha, one who can rate a girl’s You taught me how to embrace the corniness and the craziness only I can be.Continue reading ““You (All of You)””
Contrary to the story behind my previous post about Bournemouth, my day trip to Brighton is a result of years of planning, research, meshing work and university schedules together and more planning. Just ask our group planner Ate @preciousheartsu, who probably deserved this holiday the most. Thank you for always being our OCD planner andContinue reading “Brighton Bound”
One of the biggest highlights of my writing life so far has been the opportunity to live, write, edit (for a lot of hours) and eventually self-publish my first ever collection of poetry appropriately titled Lost in London. With poems written in the middle of Romford, bus hopping sessions around Putney to Kingston to beingContinue reading “Get “Lost in London””