Dad’s my hero

Pretty sure genetically, I’m 99% my dad 1% mom When I see an angry young man I see my dad and in that, I see myself

Psychos with red hair

I’m not really talking about those who were born with red hair, but I’m talking about those who color their black hair red while going grey with the belief that the red will make grey less obvious while not actually making it black because putting black on black hair would give it away. They’re sort

Stepping into the rain drops with my cat

You wouldn’t expect a rainy, cold, dark day around summer time. Everything’s back to freezing, and I hate having to wear winter clothes that I’ve put aside once more. The cat himself is a bit confused and is circling around not knowing what to do. I pick him up and smother him with love, and

Basically

I know, Most of our conversations are about your family, but basically, Take your clothes off and kiss me.  

Sun friend

Why am I teary unexpectedly? Could it be the love for my grandparents, the loss of a family member, goodbyes of all kind, The limping dog down the street Quick infatuations, and false expectations Sweet motherland, who seeks no expectations Being sick in this heaven full of empathy Asking for nothing in return, but only

The empty feeling on a late morning

Don’t torture me with pleasant morning air seeping through my bedroom window I’m lying here under covers crying about my hometown, family, old friends, people, everyone, and everything that I miss 2009/06

Let’s cry together

For being dreamers, and unintentionally hurting the ones who want to possess us as theirs. For understanding the disappointment they go through when they’ve given their everything, yet still we can’t be owned. For the sadness they feel when they think there is something wrong with them because we can’t be owned. And as dreamers,

Mothers of the East

Dot on forehead And the red powder along your parted hairs, like a red brick road. The smell of roses, temples, and all things holy, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. The thought of gods and a plate full of flowers for offerings, Held by arms close to your frightened chest; a plate full of hopes and aspirations

Indigenous rites, indigenous rights

They lay hidden, pockets of civilizations which flourish like wild flowers– vibrant and integral to the value of this barren land otherwise. The core of humanity and individualism, The essence of family; midst the heat of survival. They thrive, they love, they endure. Define your meaning of civilization and savagery? Is it not love we