Those unseen winds and lightning? They have a name. Anxiety.


They choke you.

They weave around you

To the point where they become you.

Slowly they take over your conscious,

Raking, stinging, shredding it

With their gnarled nails

Until there’s nothing left alive.

All you are left is

A pile of splintered coal

To lock away in your heart and mourn

Without getting burnt yourself.

It isn’t even winter.

It is only the season you’ve cast with your thoughts

And its unseen winds and lightning

Prey upon your tender soul.

My Roots

I decided to close my eyes.

When the sky was closing up on me,

I decided to close my eyes.

Not to rest or to be free:

But simply to go back to my roots.


I was welcomed by my own company

For it is where I come from

And it is where I go back to see

That the sky doesn’t have to decide where I am.


People can scar, caught up in an inevitable race

But you are the only person who can triumph

Because where you come from is what empowers you

And that is why my imagination is my native place.


They were strong.

The sun rose with a rosy hue.

It seemed an irony to

The darkness some were engulfed in;

Those who glowed with zest,

Smiled with spark and

Seemed lively with laughter.

For underneath all that pretense,

Were lost souls

Searching for land to anchor,

Wrecked like a sunken ship.

They were the ones who 

Cried themselves to sleep and

Choked in their mirthless tears.

But they were strong

For they hid their woes

Beneath a farcical mask.


How She Descended Into Chaos

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

Do you know what chaos is?

People say it is absolute rampage:

The brokenness of dark and light,

The ravaged remains of day and night,

When the polarity between fire and ice blurs,

When the ocean and universe merge into one,

When the sun and the moon start rising at the same time,

When chaos and nothingness become one;

That is what happens on the outside. That is what people see.

But what goes on in the unknown:

Her indecisiveness,

When she forgets time,

When her happiness becomes anxiety,

When a grey gloom overtakes dark and light,

When love becomes pain and pain becomes love,

When day and night seem the same,

When she forgets herself,

When she becomes chaos itself;

This is what happens on the inside. 

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

This is how she descended into chaos.

The Statue

“Make it upright!” The king yelled of his statue.

Engraved with arrogance in his eyes

And with the boundaries of his empire etched onto his smirk,

His statue looked upon mortality leeringly.

It glorified him in gold and ivory, standing tall and proud;

And the entire world looked puny

Before the mighty monument.

People looked in awe

At the homage to their king and his empire,

While his rivals stared in muted envy.

It was a symbol of the permanence of his wealth.

“It will last for eons!” The king boasted to his fellow kingmen. “It will last forever!”

I chuckled and told myself, “Wonder how long that will be.”


Wasteful Worries

“I threw a bottle into the ocean

Half-sunk, half-filled, it drifted away

To where the sun kissed the vast waters

And was lost in the tides of time.

O but where will the wistful waves take thee?

To places of sense or to nothingness?

There was no meaning in my vacant stare;

And my thoughts melted into the night.

I hear the hollow whistle from the horizon, suddenly

Shadows shot from behind murky corners.

Did I see blood? Was it mine?

But oh, it wasn’t even blood, just the remnants of wasteful worries.”

This is a poem I wrote with my bestfriend. It’s her birthday so I decided to share it here ❤ Happy birthday, Captain :3 Stay crazy:3 @

Promised Land

It appears never ending:

The prospect of passing seconds.

You can almost feel the promise 

Of your endeavors reaching their destination.

You can hear your mind waiting for the promised land.

“Now is not the time,” you think. “There’s always later.”

That is where some went wrong.

Their passion eventually dissolved;

Dreams of fervor gradually faded

Over the hope of later.

For later is an illusion,

Only the present is the true promised land.


The Storm

Before the war begins
View from the world above

Raging clouds were at war, each battling with their own might:

Their swords clashed and blazed as lightening;

Their fearless battle cries were thunder;

They screamed in chaos as the battle went on. 

The world above saw only ravage:

Annihilation of the spiritly beings, strife over vapour and each consuming the other to quell their thirst.

But the world below saw only rain:

Drops of life that seeked to reach dust, that which breathed life into parched soil, the essence of mortality.

But little did the world below know, that the rain was of torment from above.

Little did they know that the rain was tears shed by the clouds over the futility of their war.

Healing Hearts 

Broken smiles and healing hearts

I see everywhere-

All signs of the false love

That the ingenuine wear.

But the sweetest souls hurt the most

Because we give them that power;

We put our hearts in their hands

And we are left to cower.

Beneath tough hides are soft voices,

Inside trivial lies are painful truths,

Behind those beguiling eyes is pain. 

But sometimes, it’s that pain which soothes.