Poetry

When I look into your eyes, all I see are pupils in black and brown uniform and in a classroom painted white. They stare…

THE DAYS I DIDN’T FEEL BEAUTIFUL…I’d sit in front of my vanity staring at zits embedded in the pores of my face, throwing oily…

Monday Musings: Being a Boy He yelped as he bumped into the low table nearby. Nerve-wracking pain raced to his brain as tears stung…

Emotions, Sweet and Sour alike. Beautiful like a brilliant glow in the dark and Tricky like a fox’s smile. Burning with the ease of…