Category: Poetry and Lyrics

Roses in the morning, Their thorns crept through. Heavenly at the beginning, The wounds they inflicted were few. Felt like something unearthly, So sweet and comforting. Unaware of the thorns, Or the venom they were injecting. It coursed through my veins, A fire I couldn’t see. Slowly it numbed the pain, And hollowed out what…

You plague my dreams, As if you have not plagued my life enough, Tainting my concept of love,  And what it means to be cared for And touched. You plague my dreams, Knowing i have only ever known guilt, From the time I chose myself over you. And considered my feelings more important than your…

Apricity is the perfect word,  Among all, it’s the best one I’ve heard.  The other words won’t do you justice,  For you, you ought to be the most I cared for.  It is the warmth of sun in winter,  And what a warm feeling you brought.  All of a sudden, a tempest—a killer—  Came and…

I loathe the word “ethnic cleansing,” for it implies the land must be cleansed— of its indigenous people, as if they are to be wiped away. But they are the roots, woven deep, earth and soul intertwined, indispensable to one another. Indigenous people weep as their trees burn. The flames consume, their breath, their life,…