phoenixes

We burn,
against the storms,
against the winds,
against everything inside,
we look out the windows,
the grass is always greener next door,
the early bird doesn’t always get the worm,
one bite two steps shy,
too much dying to be alive,
yet there’s an ocean to sink in,
a sky to fly high,
and a love worth thousand more miles..

Recent Poems

alive

i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs  ring faintly through corridors… paint

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evanesce

liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history

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