may you discover that the love you crave for
was within you, waiting in line, all along
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures.
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
I think I've seen the devil
I kissed her lying luscious lips.
today, when you visit my tomb, do not come with dead flowers.
There's Coronavirus in every open refuse dump before Wuhan had her first case.
They say she's a bottle of liquor.
What does it matter?
I'd drink her until my vision is blurry.
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess with timelines of our existence?