do crazy things.

chop your hair roughly with uneven edges with a blade.   scribble profanity poetry in your notebook, with colorful pens.   grow your nails till you eat dirt along with your food.   grow your leg and armpit hair and wear goddamn shorts and tank-tops.   take a walk along the beach waves, till you urge to drown.   collect beautiful sea- shells and break them with all your might.   burn your poetry journal and watch your words ablaze.   cry while listening to music you hate, on high volume.   drink a bottle of beer, and puke your … Continue reading do crazy things.


I look around and think “I will fit.” But will I be a perfect piece to complete the puzzle?   Will I be the one piece that will make a difference? I breathe in confusion.   What if I don’t fit here? What if I bring down the puzzle altogether?   I snuggle myself in the spaces found, but I am not warmed.   I find my mind freezing , to the point where I think I don’t belong in this world.   My mind squirms to corners of warmth to get more frostbitten.   I breathe cold exhaustion and … Continue reading Misfit.

Angels that set the world on fire.

I see faces that stare into mirrors everyday, as they die, I lunge those souls that breathed their last, of surprise and thoughtfulness on to my shoulders, and carry them to my abode of sleep. But this one, I did not. This one, stared at the mirror as she felt the monsters lurk behind her. She looked at her face and smiled as though, the monsters were going to gift her. The monsters stabbed her with pleasure. But she smiled on at the mirror. I picked her cold body off of her blood, and cried out “Why?” “These monsters saved … Continue reading Angels that set the world on fire.

Chaos- poetry.

C H A O S Lungs filled with smoke, Eyes covered in fog, Mouth stuffed with sand, Mind gelled out into chaos. Living among scrunched up paper and meagre amounts of ink, I live art and breathe Magic. My mind tangled amongst twists in my hair, and the scent of far fetched memories. My lips burnt of biting in doubt and anger. My soul yearns to feel warmth that singes, yet comforts. My eyes simmer in pain, my heart shrinks in ache, my hands burn from scars, my feet buckle under agony. Is life truly a balance? Is doubt in … Continue reading Chaos- poetry.

Bullet Journal 101

You’re probably wondering what this is. Or you already know about this, and you’re checking out my version of it. So, I’ll get to it directly. Stating the obvious, the Bullet journal, is a Journal, but better than “a journal”. Typically, a Journal is defined as  “a daily record of news and events of a personal nature or a diary.”, but a bullet journal, is a journal that does more than that. It helps you organise your events, tasks, and appointments, very well with your own personal touch. A bullet journal is something that you can personalise to your will, … Continue reading Bullet Journal 101

Five Hobbies That You Can Develop As A Teenager.

Being a teenager is fun, you know there’s friends to hang out with, fun things to do, and then, there’s school too. Whilst all this there are so many skills you can develop that’d be fun. So here, I’ve made a list of stuff that’d be fun to do as a teenager! 1.Photography Photography is fun and I think clicking pictures that’d last, would be very fun. Being a kid, I hated being pictured, but now I enjoy both picturing others and being photographed myself. It’s just fun, being able to discover your aesthetic, artistic, and creative sense! You can … Continue reading Five Hobbies That You Can Develop As A Teenager.