Komorebi- The sunlight that filters through the trees Meraki- The soul, creativity, love put into something The first time I wrote a poem Was when I saw you On the forest floor With the komorebi Kissing every inch Of your skin- Your hands Weaving wildflowers … Continue reading Flechazo.
It’s been 1 year, 2 months, and 21 days. And I can still feel your absence everywhere. In the tiny spaces left behind by the window in the living room that won’t close completely, in the cracks in my palm, down to the very gaps … Continue reading Heavy emptiness.
At times Your absence Whooshes into me Like a gust of wind Through an open door And I see you Everywhere I go. As for me, I am Too much feeling Trapped in Too little body Trying to Leak out the pain By writing Love … Continue reading Love letters to the dead.
Poetry is not
In the words
It is in
The spaces between-
The poet shivers
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
I’m back, people! Well, till my next exams anyway. How have you been? I’ve missed you all!
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