Plain Old Love

So when love arrived, there weren’t any sparks or the feeling of despair.

No sting of bloody cigarette marks, no dearth of loving care.

It wasn’t a rollercoaster or something that bothered her at night, like a gentle breeze, he helped her calm her mind.

The stars didn’t seem to dance, nor did the sun shine any brighter.

Unlike the stories and the songs, he wasn’t a ferocious fighter.

This time, love didn’t scream into her mind but eased into her soul. He loved her slow but gripped her hard and kept her heart from the cold.


When love arrives,

It’s not always fairytales and magic carpet rides,

But when it does, when this love arrives.

Embrace it like the ocean tides, 

Let it flow, break down your wall.

This time love will be worth the fall.

Temptations in the Ballroom

He didn’t know what shone brighter, her eyes 

Or the diamond studded wreath adorning her neck.

He didn’t know if he was in love with her mind,

Or the silhouette of her curves.

She was a storm, yet his saving grace. He was the runner, she was the winning race.

Pause. Breathe.

Stop running in your mind, listen to the waltz playing behind.

She’s looking at you.

Gazing. Drowning her thoughts in another bottle of wine.


 Take a step back, she’s reading your mind.

Now he went on, he held her. Danced just like he loved her.Firm yet passionate. 

While he tried not to fall for the temptress in those angel eyes.

They swayed in the night as they rose over the crowd, the music and to the cosmos.

Leaving the cacophony below, they drifted above…

As he wondered,

“Is it possible to lust the one you love?”

The Emperor’s Daughter

Watch her sleep,
Cushioned in love, fluff and a purple velvet blanket.

Gold linen curtains and an ivory canopy, filtering the room of nightmares, aiding her sacred slumber.
The Emperor’s daughter , sorrowful princess, velvet-clad.
Beautiful as the sun, she was dawn’s glory yet birthed hell’s fire.
Embrace her paradoxical charms, for she thrived on nothing but unpredictability.
Watch her sleep, watch over the royal child, with bated breath she will rise and when that happens…
Help her calm her demons and welcome the morn.

Just another one of Sarah Kay’s impactful poems: Love letter from a toothbrush to a Bicycle Tire

Sarah Kay has always been one of my favourite poets, making an impact through simplistic yet revolutionary story-telling. Thought I’d share one of my favourite pieces by her.

Love Letter from Toothbrush to Bicycle Tire

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life, that you would drag me through the mud. They said that you would tread all over me, that they could see right through you, that you were full of hot air, that I would always be chasing, always watching you disappear after sleeker models, that it would be a vicious cycle.

But I know better. I know about your rough edges and I have seen your perfect curves, and I will fit into any spaces you let me. If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime, I will leave this porcelain home behind. I’m used to twice a day relationships, but with you, I’ll take all the time. And I know, we live in different world and we’re always really busy.

But in my dreams, you spin around me so fast I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you’ll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me. And when I blink my eyes into the morning, your smile will be the only thing I see.



Two little pools of honey

Out of the blue,

Unanticipating and unforseen,

I fell for you,

And I never finished falling.

Falling for, 

Your smile,

Your scars,

How you think you’re broken,

How you let your heart open,

To untold passions and secret dreams,

Midnight stories and silent screams.

Oh and how can I forget?

The way I fell in love with your eyes,

Honey hazel eyes.

Two little pools of honey,

Cradling in them an entire universe.

The stars in them formed constellations,

As to show me a picture.

A picture only my eyes could see,

Telling me stories of adventure and love,

Celestial beings and creatures above.

Which is why I want to stay,

To protect and be protected.

For when I studied your broken pieces they reminded me of mine,

As I realized the edges of my broken soul fit yours.

So honey hazel eyes,

Two little pools of honey,

Let me in that universe, 

Don’t keep it buried. 


The jump

Finally she was above everyone else. Drifting, floating above bowed heads weeping over her pale corpse.

Surprised to see there were people besides her parents. She tried to tell ma she  was perfectly fine.

“Don’t cry ma.”

And for the first time ever, ma was deaf to her pleas.

She looked up to see more people pouring into the Church as regret began pouring into her soul.

She drifted around helplessly. She screamed at her corpse, “wake up, tell them you’re okay!”

But that body of hers was frozen, locked and denied of this realm.

“I wish I didn’t make that jump” She thought as she began dissolving into oblivion.

Not heaven, not a blissful solitude she was expecting but bitter, painful oblivion. 

Praying man


I watched him pray, this young man of hope.

With eyes humbly closed,

He joined his palms, close to his heart,

as if to cradle,

a few pieces falling apart.

I fixed my gaze on the praying man

and wondered what he was praying for.

Could it be for his family

or for himself,

This man had me wondering all to myself.

Was he offering gratitude

or beseeching forgiveness?

Maybe a prayer for the world,

and the ones who cried,

Or wishing for strength like the ocean’s tide?

He transcended from chaos to bliss as he prayed on,

through the night that preceded another dawn,

The breeze softly brushed his ebony hair,

as the angels shielded him from evil’s lair.

He was  peaceful,

yet inside him there was a storm that raged.

He was a beautiful sight,

praying in a world ever outraged.

This praying man got me praying me too,

for a heart that is mighty and a mind that is true.

As I looked at him with longing eyes, I prayed for the praying man’s dreams to be fulfilled too.