The moon admits the ferocious stars.

When a mighty quake shook the entire universe to it’s core, the stars waged a beautiful war and rattled against each other as if inside a jar. Among this collision of colors and dust, a little boy was born who fell and fell right onto the moon.

For centuries he looked upon the Earth through a hundred thousand light years. He saw Hitler with his thin mustache and burned red. He saw Rome with it’s wonders and glowed yellow with awe. He wondered at the buzz of bees and roar of loins that inhabited the earth.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was falling a little bit in love with this strange ball of green and blue.

And thus, the day came when his staircase was ready. He did politely asked the moon to stay still while he climbed down. It was a bit scary, he had to admit. But, worth it.

Sometimes at night, this little boy with so many dreams would stare at the moon amidst  the ferocious stars and fall in love with what he once had.



Black hole with no gravity!

I’m a black hole with no gravity

But my body is filled with an ocean where resides your wildest dreams and nightmares

Before you care to thread inside,

Just know that I will travel a hundred thousand light years for you.

Over the universe, beyond and back.



Hell broke itself loose.

One fine morning, the sky ripped itself apart into shards of broken rose buds

And hell broke itself loose

A mighty ocean rushed in to steal my breath away leaving me in silent screams and desperate dreams

It took me in the corner of its pocket and lulled me to gawking empires built of priceless straws

And marked my soul its very own depth, carving in me scarlet scars topped with pretty pricks

Oh damn! I traveled centuries through sharp twigs and thorns but all the Angels told me was to “breathe”

That was when I realized that my very heart had failed.

If you are anything like me…

If you’re anything like me,
You bite your nails,
And laugh when you’re nervous.
You promise people the world,
because that’s what they want from you.
You like giving them what they want…
But darling, you need to stop,

If you’re anything like me,
You knock on wood every time you make plans.
You cross your fingers, hold your breath,
Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashes
Your superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck.
Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado…
If life gets too good now,
Darling, it scares you.

If you’re anything like me
You’ve grown to hate your pride
To love your thighs
And no amount of friends at 25
Will fill the empty seats
At the lunch tables of your past
The teams that picked you last…
But Darling, you keep trying.
If you’re anything like me,
You couldn’t recognize the face of your love
Until they stripped you of your shiny paint
Threw your victory flag away
And you saw the ones who wanted you anyway…

Darling, later on you will thank your stars
for that frightful day.If you’re anything like me,
I’m sorry.But Darling, it’s going to be okay.

– by dear ol’ Taylor Swift

For an awkward soul with a beating heart.

She craved for food in an infinite hunger

And talked of the faraway stars in a crazy wonder

She unlocked the cupboards pinned with ancient artifacts where even the dusts stayed wary

And laughed a tinted red for an awkward soul with a beating heart

She took the entire universe in her hands; blowing them in fireworks for a girl screaming underwater

In the end; we ran like misfits in the tunnels of a delusional mastermind

And when I looked above, I felt the light embrace me in a welcoming feat.

Why she disappeared.

I m pretty much screaming right now because I just realized that MY BAE taylor swift writes poetry. And I want to have them on my blog. So here goes:

When she fell, she fell apart.
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
as a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends

When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink
forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep:
“Whatever you say, it is not right.”
“Whatever you do, it is not enough.”
“Your kindness is fake.”
“Your pain is manipulative.”

When she lay there on the ground,
She dreamed of time machines and revenge
and a love that was really something,
Not just the idea of something.

When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises,
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes

When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
she never knew she needed

Standing broad-shouldered next to her
was a love that was really something,
not just the idea of something.

When she turned to go home,
She heard the echoes of new words
“May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice”
And even louder:
“without your past,
you could never have arrived-
so wondrously and brutally,
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

And in the death of her reputation,
She felt truly alive.

Oh please leave me stranded!

She blazed the world into neon blue

Her scarlet letters screaming in bold pride

She flips her hair in an artistic and wild passion

And wields crazy voices with young eyes

She carves pathways of turmoil and craze with every twist and turn of her bruised fingers

And designs notes of intricate calligraphy with wet mascara on a blank space

She emerges out of the woods clad in a heavy armor of tear stricken papers

And stands stranded in knee deep water dressed in a mesmerizing poison ivy.