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She Was Someone Else
A poem for my 24th birthday, adulting has hit me harder than I thought.
I went home on my birthday Greeted by a cold, unfamiliar breeze I was overwhelmed by the chills Running down my curved spine Rather than the warm nostalgia of my small city I looked around the bus station hoping to catch a familiar face But I felt lost like the tourists lining up the terminal exit In that moment, I felt like a foreigner in my hometown. Waking up in my childhood bed felt…
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A sort-of goodbye and a welcome back to new pieces.
Hello everyone! I’m sorry for being inactive for over a year now, a lot has happened. Some good, some bad, and other moments that just feel confusing. So, it got me thinking on whether I outgrew the Dear Juliet persona of this blog. I have learned a lot of things last year, and this blog has been with me since I was 16, and I was still writing poetry about boys. This blog has seen me grown up.…
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I still don't know how to be an adult (according to the internet)
I still don’t know how to be an adult (according to the internet)
There are a lot of things you realize during your 27th year—rent also means bills, you have to make appointments to meet friends, and by 25 you should be getting pap smears. The last one took an awkward conversation with my mother to realize. But they all had two things in common—time and money, two things that I often cannot balance. Especially, when social media doesn’t make it any…
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Lesson from the Couch: Don’t Burn Your House Down
Lesson from the Couch: Don’t Burn Your House Down
I visited my therapist today. He said something peculiar after I droned on and on about how I hate the scars imprinted on my skin, the lines weaving their way around my waist and stomach. For half an hour; he listened, nodding along as I told stories about how I refuse to live inside this meat sack that continues to push me out. He said, “don’t burn your own house down, no matter the reason.” I…
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I'm trying to romanticize my life
I’m trying to romanticize my life
Rather than new year resolutions, I decided to create new year revisions. Earlier this year, I have dubbed 2022 as✨ my renaissance. ✨ Yes, it’s weird but if I view my life as a movie or the second act of a coming of age story then I might actually start liking it. So, I thought: “why not reel my life like it was an aesthetic movie montage?” The reason I started doing this was that I wanted to…
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Do I Look Like A Girl?
Do I Look Like A Girl?
December 21st, 2016, I tweeted about a family gathering where everyone poked and pried into my life. Once they were done scrutinizing my career choices, my love life, and weight; an aunty asked why didn’t I look like a girl? Where were the make-up and curly strands of hair draping over my shoulders? My lips should’ve been red, I was wearing a skirt yet it’s not coded in the way she thought…
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Do not burn your house down
Do not burn your house down
I visited my therapist today. He said something peculiar after I droned on and on about how I hate the scars imprinted on my skin, the lines weaving their way around my waist and stomach. For half an hour; he listened, nodding along as I told stories about how I refuse to live inside this meat sack that continues to push me out. He said, “don’t burn your own house down, no matter the reason.” I…
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Sanctuary of Bones & Flowers
Sanctuary of Bones & Flowers
I am not my tragedy. My trauma is not a mirror. I am more than the scars Vandalized on my skin. I am not a history book; Tracing back my past, Leaving remnants of my present. These pieces are not a reflection Of who I am or who I was. There is a scream choking my throat; Strangling my bottled thoughts. And I will finally allow its escape, Leaving space for air and calm To enter the pathway of my…
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The Cushion
It's been a while, but here's a piece that sums up how I've been feeling for the past few months.
“It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it. You feel it’s something between you and the body.” -David Levithan I found a cushion laying on the floor tight, squishy, and round; it looked horrendous just sitting there —gaudy, plump, and worn-out. How long has it been since I’ve last seen it? Two…three… four years ago. It appeared…
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Rebuilding My Home
“When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.”Jean Shinoda Bolen Photo Credit: Vincent Benjamin Romero Only I can rebuild these broken bonesRestructure the faulty stairsMy feet dragged themselves uponAnd paint over the cracksMy hands touched and hit Only I can crack open the windowsWide enough to…
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To The Voice (Breathless)
To The Voice (Breathless)
“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down “Good morning!” Or at least that’s what I want to say But every time I wake up I hold my breath Constraining myself Because there’s a voice In my head Telling me to do this I don’t know who they are Or what they want But I lay there Until…
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I've Seen This Film Before
I’ve Seen This Film Before
My friends never liked you and I can’t blame them. They were happy when I finally got you out of my system. Unfriended, blocked, and deleted. If they knew you crossed my mind once again, there’ll be an intervention. I can hear their nagging types on their keyboard until our chat boxes are filled with text bubbles of the same colors. Zoom calls with eyes piercing through pixelated boxes,…
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Muse's Epiphany
Muse’s Epiphany
I enjoyed the taste of poison With every brush of your lips For just one moment I built a future with you in my head As you re-sketched and erased Every version of me you wanted I was the object of your affection The fantasy you wanted to frame Until I became a scrapped idea A fleeting muse to entertain you Left me to fade to dust when you knew There was no love in the heart you drew
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Mosaic of Stars and Scars
Mosaic of Stars and Scars
I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling scars You smiled and said they were stars
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I wish I was straight
I wish I was straight
If you ask me if I am proud I will gladly say that I am But there are days I often wonder How easy life could’ve been if I was straight I’m not daydreaming of still playing a charade Or trying to find my way back into the closet No, I wonder how life would be if I was straight Not an act or a mask If I lived my life without all the scrutiny If I walked with my love without the discrimination If I…
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The Break-Up Conversation
This is the break-up conversation we never had. I am not good with break-ups. Whether I’m the one being dumped or doing the break-up, the conversation surrounding it is not that easy. Most of the time, I’d wait for one of us to bring it up then accept whatever happens –then prepare my Taylor Swift Break-up Playlist on Spotify. But anyways here it goes… Let me start by saying that let us not…
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I Want To Be My Own Person
I Want To Be My Own Person
I am somebody’s calm While I am my own chaos I am somebody’s comfort While I live in anxious thoughts I am somebody’s peace of mind And I don’t know how to be my own I am somebody’s wisdom While my own words feel too distant It feels like a foreign language I never learned I am somebody’s shoulder A hand to hold and a back to lean on But why do I feel unstable when I stand on my own? I am…
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