I WOULD RATHER DIE IN HELL.

If the earth is where Lovers sin For having the same body parts. Skirts length decide Sanctity of what’s underneath. Male tears rhyme with Weak and miscreant. Nature exists To be destroyed. Shades of skin Decide the loudness of voice. Guns are the form Of power and control. Illness is celebrated As art and romance. […]

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RED.

I sit on my friend’s porch and wonder, what colors would make her home better? she slips me a sign of “you need to leave.”, between her buried eyebrows. I choose to stay. the wall behind me is too blue, I like the idea of red instead. I went ahead and slit my friend, took […]

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we weren’t meant for each other.

here is a poem about those who broke hearts, and not those with broken hearts. cause sometimes, we become the person we wouldn’t die for. we become the person we are. i pray for the hearts i broke. i pray for the promises that i couldn’t keep. cause sorry is too short a word to […]

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Youtube Channel.

HeyLo, I might or might not have fallen into the trap of making content on YouTube too! This is both exciting and nerve wrecking at the same time. I’ve always wanted to push my words to the visual medium for a long time now, but my laziness got in the way. But few days back, […]

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just the little things.

  “What is the matter?”,   “Oh. Just the little things, that pull me down for a second, and releases me back with vulnerable skin. Just the little things, that make the world seem bigger and wilder, than the one I was born in. Just the little things,  that makes my tears seem fake, for […]

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