I hold old photos like apologies I forgot to send,  like postcards from a timeline I accidentally left behind in the dryer,  faded, ...

The storm said, "It's okay to be loud." Said, "Even thunder has a pulse that trembles." I said, "But what if I break the sky?" The storm...

I never learned how to close doors  without checking if someone’s running to catch them.  It’s a habit like apologizing to furniture,  or...

For the girl who never turns the page. The person I write for doesn’t read. She doesn’t know that the poems are about her. Doesn’t know...

I used to think love looked like your hands on a teapot. Not in grand gestures not roses, not rings, but in the way you lifted the lid as...

Fairouz reminds me of beginnings. Of something sacred starting like rain on parched land, like my name finally pronounced the way it was...

Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back like instinct, press gently like prayer, like muscle memory in a world made...

Her hands know everything love should know. They find my back exactly when my lungs forget how to breathe. They pour my coffee before I...

You are playing a game I never agreed to.
 Calling checkmate on a board I don’t recognize.
 Leaving me to wonder if the rules are written...

Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. But I'm not ready to get out...

"Can we be friends?" You softly spoke, A question lingering like wisps of smoke. Absolutely I thought, what harm could it bring And I...

In my room, I sit and stare At the walls so bare, and the empty chair And I miss the happy girl who once lived there Who would laugh and...

I have learned to romanticize my trembling lips Filled my life with sayings that were always empty, to begin with If I can romanticize...

The screen flickers in a kaleidoscope of colors, A world of pixels, emotions, and triggers, I wield a gun, a soldier in this digital...

I feel an ache in my heart when the phone rings My fingers tremble before I look at the screen Will he call me back I think? Could that...

Vincent Van Gogh, a man of incredible art, Yet, a soul tormented, forever torn apart, Swallowing yellow paint to heal the hole in his...

I am a work in progress, a puzzle incomplete, A construction site amidst a storm that won't retreat. Each piece that fits unlocks a new...

Love letters are sweet and all, But between the lines, pain can crawl, Hidden from view, kept out of sight, A painful truth, hidden in...

With gentle hands and a heart of gold, An old man sets the table, as he's done for so long, For two, even though only he remains, A tear...

This whole time I thought you were curing me, Healing my heart, setting me free, But like a lovesick fool, I now see, You were the...