Author Archives: 108s poet

gaze into the fun house mirror,that is buried within your own mind,it finds a home in the back of your brain, burrowed behind the damp wells of your tear-brimmed eyeballs.it catches a glimpse of your bodyand drags it from point A to point B.distorting all self-perceptioninto a misty clouduntil you can’t recognise the hollow eyesContinue reading “fun house mirror.”

im constantly on the edge of the extremes,do i douse the fire, or run straight into it?my fingertips have only ever been flammable or frozen,i wonder what it’s like to simply feel the warmthwithout getting burned.i drink gasoline for breakfastto greet the wildfire in my throat-this fever in me will never let my mind beContinue reading “wildfire”

this comfortable silence wraps us up like a blanketand warms the air with classroom laughter.this city is too cold for sunflowersand too violent for roses.i have been frozen in the sorrow of septemberfor far too long.i’ll hold on to you like a childhood promiseand you’ll guide me home like the streetlights atmidnight. our latest poems:

my body feels misspelled.im haunted by a red line underneath me-it’s making sure that i know i’m out of place,like a foreign word or an off-key note.there is no space for irregularities in a world that isplastered with perfection.i press backspace on my past,in hopes to make room for a future, our latest poems:

it feels like im waiting for the last trainin the middle of a bus lane.i have never been good at navigation,i follow street signs looking for answersbut this city consumes me with its questions.home is a word that leaves a foreign aftertaste-i wonder what it’s like to find comfort beyond hotel curtains?i guess you don’tContinue reading “navigation”