I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
Those evanescenced petals, seems to vanish from this world...
A post about racism and recent events, with a message at the end. Please read it! Much love to you guys, and please check out the links in the comments! (Will regularly update the list!) <3
A poem about reclaiming identity, inspired by my own experiences as a Pakistani girl. :) Thank you for reading! <3
A poem about a family memory, thank you for reading <3
A poem about what I'm feeling these days, maybe some of you could relate. Take care guys, stay safe :) xx
16+ (bad language) and TW! A spoken word poem on mental health and depression, and about being a teenager nowadays. Thank you for reading! <3
A quick free-write based on regrets and the future, thank you for reading :) <3
"They know war
like a mother's gaze."
(TW) This might be a heavy poem for some, but it's about the lowest of humanity, based on the attack on an Afghan maternity ward. Thank you for reading x
Another poem inspired by a song, Halsey's 'Graveyard' and a true story. TW: abuse. Thank you for reading <3
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
A spoken word poem and the one I can see myself performing most in the future. About how wonderful human bodies are and how long it takes us to love them. Thank you <3
A small haiku and a message, thank you <3
Another messy poem, a free-write, about recovery and learning to get through the pain. Thank you for reading <3
another quickie because i've a writer's block and i'm still in a festive mood. Merry Christmas to everyone whom I haven't wished yet :)
There has always been a relation b/w rain & my emotions! And now it includes someone else too...
An Acrostic Florette poem, collaboration with @enchantedink 🤍🤍
"In this story, we are alive"
A poem I wrote for my own birthday today, on the journey to finally living, no matter how hard the world kicks you down. Hope you guys have a great day! <3
My entry for Poetry Battles Round 5, based on the prompt: Fears, dreams and potential. A pallindrome poem, meaning to be read both ways. Thank you <3
(TW) Sorry for the depressive mood and for posting twice, it's been one of those days. :/ <3