Reels and Feels

If I had a day To open up my mind And show it to the world, Which I otherwise wouldn't, I wonder what it is That I'd say, And how much...

Have you ever have had More faith in a city Than you have had in yourself? Like you know that Come what may, Whatever it is that pulls...

Who listens to the listener, though? Is it the ones who very rightfully Decide to pour out their mind To the listener and feel light at...

But what if I Don't get to see the sunset The day I die? What if I miss The resplendent Orange, yellow, blue Hues of the sky Minutes...

Your fingers tracing Down my spine Then back up till they reach The nape of your neck Before you take them On a trip down from My chest...

As a ritual, on Sunday mornings, I would wake up at six past eight In the morning round the year, (Now don't ask me why I wake up Exactly...

My poem reeks of Pretty flowers and Happy smiles, Even though my face Keeps the mask on To stop others from Stealing the smile, The very...

Today, I am exhausted, I do not have the energy To put up a fake smile That stops you from Asking me if I am Actually doing okay, Though...

Oh honey, You doe-eyed baby, What is it that Fills your mind When you look at The beautiful white Bunch of bougainvilleas That run about...

i. The glint in your eyes Everytime someone asks you To talk about that one thing You love more than your life ii. The crooked smile That...

There's a storm brewing outside, The sky is shrouded in a color palette Of dark slate gray clouds With a mild hint of a golden ray That...