Thursday, September 25, 2014

Balancing Act

Here I stand 
clinging onto 
smallest scraps of 
to which I build 
the floor beneath 
my feet;
a shaky tower 
of treasures and 
trash that I 
cannot bear to sort through. 

A push,
a pull,
a breath in the wrong direction 
leaves me teetering, 

And so I 
try to be everyone's 
anchor to tie myself 
and I smile 
and pretend 
that I'm not balancing 
on the line 
of (in)sanity.

Sunday, September 21, 2014


This has been 
a long time coming, 
bladed words 
bubbling at the 
back of my throat, 
and heat dulling 
the space behind my eyes.
But the screams 
have been torn out 
before I can make sense 
of the thoughts 
that rake at me, 
thoughts that 
scratch and scrabble 
to cling on 
to a sense of security. 
The blades come back 
to cut me 
and warm tears run 
down my face;
my pin has been pulled 
and I just want to 
minimize the 

It's been a rough night.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Refound Works

I found some of my old poetry from when I was in grade 6 (the time when I started to write poetry), and I thought I'd share them, because I think it's always interesting to see the progress anybody goes through when it comes to creative works (and I can see some of my style already starting to emerge from these).

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Final Pause

Words unsaid
yet taken for granted, 
finding closure 
in an unspoken agreement
was never quite 
satisfactory I suppose;
we had written 
the sentence 
but never wrote in 
the period 
to tie up the last 
loose ends, 
I guess I never realized 
how much I needed to hear 
those words
until now.