I want to be more honest with myself but am extremely afraid of the brutality honesty requires. I pray the heart were strong enough to...

How bad does the soul have to be wounded to always want something that doesn’t want it back with the same intensity? What kind of trauma...

Sometimes when I read Hugo, or Hemmingway, or look at old photographs of Dazai I wonder what must have it been like to be an object of...

I wish for some harmony between the person I want to be and the one I should be or the person I am and the one who I see myself as. I am...

I hope you had stayed tracing silhouette of epiphanies on my bare skin. is intimacy only physical? how much time is adequate to know...

my corset made of ribs, my mouth full of teeth, no tongue, no tongue, no taste, no speech, my fingernails curled with dirt beneath, my...

perhaps our story needs to remain incomplete because as far as I know conclusions denote the end. You say that in your dreams you hold my...

Something like rain, something like poetry is only felt through one’s own skin. I am asked “how do you do it?” I do it out of fear of...

The same particles that make up the river, the fire, the stars, the rose, the moth, and the mirrors make me. How enormous is the...

I search for peace in silence. In abandoned rooms, in deficiency of people. I wish to sink into emptiness. Nothingness should feel calm,...

The sky slowly loses its color, its fading shade turns only darker as I slowly melt with it. Am I disappearing to the world too as it...

I will keep my mouth shut, just this one more time, I remind myself again tonight. All the words that I save the world from bite at me...

Like the blood running in my veins – lethargically, sluggishly; like a good wine - slowly seeping in my brain, without an aura, like a...

I can claw my hand into your chest to reach your heart and weigh it for you, if that's what you're thinking about. Is my heart as heavy...

I am strings of desire knotted intricately like a candlewick. As they burn, I glow and weep at the darkness that never abandons my feet.

Write my name on the sand of a beach which is notorious for its violent waves. Write my name along the shoreline from the tip of your big...

It's times like these that make me realise how unwhole a person can be. How grey life would look without the oranges, and the yellows,...

It rains again today and for the first time in a long time the rain elates me. It must have something to do with you, something that both...

Another October comes like a release, like a relief from the scorching sun under which I stay put in place joined from the tip of my head...

I ask him to live with me today, he says, "later." I ask him to hold my hands, to call my name, to look me in the eyes and tell me things...