Ain’t it funny


I’ve been looking for writing inspiration all this while

Not knowing a gold mine was sitting under my nose


The moment I tell myself to trust you is the moment you begin to be a hoe

It’s not funny

Because I refuse to be someone’s barefoot housewife

While their partner goes around creeping at night

Not me hunny

You’ve picked the wrong chick

To fulfill your domesticated fantasies with

You can have them back

Because I’m not attracted unless the person in front of me can also have my back

Is that too much to ask

I know someone’s out there

That shares the same morality as me

Funny thing

You have this ideal of someone who’s stricter than me

Thicker than me

Breasts bigger than me

I’m not afraid to cast light on the shadows that you love to bathe yourself in

You said you were drawn to the dark

I didn’t know you meant in this way

You hide yet you blame me for feeling a way

More than one, I should say

Torn between anger and numbness

I don’t want to retaliate, I just wanna once again pick up my things and go my own way

So much for a $200 foray

Hey, what can I say

No matter how hard you wish, you can’t make the night be like day


I sit in the dark

Skin bathed by the blue rays of my computer screen

The soft pitter pattering

Sounds like rain

Though it’s my fingers tip tapping

On my keyboard

Pounding out about how in life I’m unsure

There’s got to be more than this

Something that will bring me bliss

Back in 7th grade – I reminisce

What, stole my passion away

When last did the paper and the pen kiss?



It’s like a curse to me

A reminder of the hurt I’ve seen

Wrongs done between you and me

My heart beats


Too busy

Recovering from the last ambush

After all it’s took

One year later and this is how it looks:

The same

Rewarding the anniversary of one cheat with another

Yet somehow I’m to blame


You left

I thought we were done

If I had that excuse

To go out and do what you do

We’d be one for one