I met another woman,
We had the same purse and teeth and car
Her purse was like mine
But mine wasn’t hers.
And I told the cops she just lent me hers.
Writings Poetry
Freedom
The woman who got split in half survived,
But the boy who got stabbed died.
Oh, the irony!
Mask of the Faceless
It springs from chaos: an unknown entity
The child of the conscious and the unconscious
A friend and a foe to the oblivious
A reason for one to seek comfort in felicity.
Deliverance
I walk on cold, tiled white floor
Listening to the chatter of shadows and more
I lean on the hard white chair with nervousness
I look around slowly, feigning weariness.
Foul
Oh how it kisses your feet every time!
Your feet stops; the bells sound
Too noisy, the crowd’s cheer—why
Are the bells this time too loud?