Last year around this time, I was going through some shit, to put it delicately. I was frantically trying to get a diagnosis for something in my body that just wasn’t right, and the anxiety surrounding my health spilled over into every other aspect of my life (like work, and friends, and even just taking the train without crying.) Oh, and I was single; so, it being January in New York City, not having a warm body to cuddle up to only amplified how much I really fucking hate the cold.
If you are writing a poem because you want to capture a feeling that you experienced, then you don’t need these tips. Just write whatever feels right. Only you experienced the feeling that you want to express, so only you will know whether your poem succeeds.
If tomorrow starts without me, Would my family have wept their tears? Would my words have died right then with me? Was I far too proud to realise that they […]
Hold on to me. when the stars rise against the skies’ eyes, when the void in our chests becomes a cold sun, when the light tastes of withered expectations and […]
Stuck between the sheets, I forget to breathe sometimes, held hostage by my pit of self-pity. My fingers are numb, burdened with the fear of what’s to come. My ears […]
By: Yomna Khaled. Darling, I know that being numb is like swimming in a sea of scentless petals. I know that disappearing can sometimes feel like the light at the […]