25 May 2016

post graduate life:

reading books, writing poems, working, watching netflix, journaling, going on long walks, meeting up with friends, laughing, making new friends, texting,  making plans.

here's a poem I wrote:

cocooned as I was
in delicate orange sheets
I barely remembered
the heat of the stars

07 May 2016

04 May 2016


all our idols
are dead

their lean muscles curved
in on themselves like too long
fingernails beckoning
us to the stage made
of bones & blood sacks

our awakening
our funerary pyre