Day Nine: Rebellion of Many Forms

Some lines need to be said more than one time. For day Nine.



The Art Of Unlearning – NaPoWriMo is here again! 


Aaaand it’s back! For my first post for this year’s NaPoWriMo, here’s a collaboration I did with a poet who writes in visions. I’m a huge fan, so you can imagine, I fangirled a wee bit at this opportunity. 
28 more days to go! As they say, let the games begin! 😀 



I loved you
Like I should have loved myself
In sickness and in health
In loss, and in pain
I loved you, when
I should have been loving myself
Again, and again
And again
-That was my strength
That was my spine
I loved you, and you loved you
And that was fine, really
Except that neglect set in
When I forgot me
And I’m empty now, like a lost thought
A vacant lot
And I don’t like it
I’m changing the rules a bit

I’ll love you infinitely
Obscenely, irrationally
When you deserve it, though
Earn it
Learn it
Give me reason to make it true
Because I do love you
But I need to spend some time
Loving me, too


Waters -XLII-



Do not trouble me with
your eddies
With your ever ready
Attempts at
Turning my tide
Brewing storms, or
Your petty outbursts
Of rage
You cannot turn me

I am the ocean
You are a wave

‘Messages Off a Cigarette’



I’m a greedy person
There’s no denying it
No shame, either
I like my money
I’m a keeper
Sure, I’ll spend
Lavishly, if need be
But as a rule, I’m

I won’t track pennies
-I’ll save pounds
My financial sense is
Extremely sound
I will unabashedly
Invest in Gucci
instead of a handful of handbags
On high street
But that’s me

That was till you, though
Money’s nothing but
Paper, anymore
I honestly never had a
‘shopping rush’
But I get it when I can
Buy you stuff
I want to earn
And spend it on you
Because there lies the value
Dollars come and go
Nowadays, I could care less
But your smile?
That glow of delight?
Now that’s priceless


Day Seven of NaPoWriMo! The prompt was to write about something to do with money. 🙂

Cheers To The Morning -Day Six

Cheers To the Morning

It should’ve been morning, when I wrote this

It should’ve been morning when I wrote this
With fluttering curtains and chirping birds, sun kissed
Leaves pattering against the window pains, yes
It should’ve been morning, when I wrote this

But morning’s too far away to see
Midnight’s just left its tracks on me
The moon is inching across the sky
Watching my stasis mockingly

My stasis, my stagnation, my descent
Into a cyclic routine, spent
Midway through coffee and alcohol
Between bright lights and brick walls

Half a maddened run
Half a hopeless crawl

There is no time left in that clock
There are no paths here- where I walk
Is fixed in place, a carousel, and
that sweet music is my own Hell

I am a song stuck on repeat
Overachiever, under-replete
Defeat, beat, probably incomplete
Sleep deprived, so here I am
In the street

It should’ve been morning when I wrote this
I should’ve had a lover, a blanket, a kiss
Instead I got whiskey and a person to miss
Streetlight, starry night, some drunk taking a piss
It should’ve been morning when I wrote this

It should’ve been morning when I wrote this


Day 6 of napowrimo! I didn’t feel like writing something lovey dovey, so here’s a grimmer one.

Make sure you have a smashing day though. No grim for you!

Cookie ❤



No, it’s not that cursed
Four letter word
I refuse to use it
The first choice of dimwits
And artists everywhere
Overused and tired and
Stripped bare from
Too much analysis poured into
An emotion

So no, it’s not that
It’s not ‘just’ that
It’s a galaxy
Like trying to contain the Universe
In a pot of tea
Or get a volcano to erupt
Inside a fridge
A ridiculous, fruitless effort
Is what it is

Some day though
When they make a word
That sums up all the sounds
In the world
All the fragrances on your skin and
All the gleams in your eye
All the meanings and tastes and
Textures and adventures
I find in your valleys and highs
When they find a word
To do all of it
I’ll do it
I’ll tell you

I *fill-in-the-blank* you