My name is Joy My name is Joy, Though I am rather joyless, My matriarch named me so, Though I can never fathom why! I had big dreams, And a cheery demeanor, But now I am bitter, Old, cold and morose, The scion of a bigot And surrounded by nosy aunts and creepy uncles, I no…

Paint me Lilac The soft rustle of heirloom silk, Gently shorn off my wanting back, And then, there gently arose, Wispy hairs that burned and swayed, Unaware of follies, And fearless in their stance, In full throes they embraced, My wilful homecoming.. As he washed me over, In lilac, lush and…

Imprisoned Why am I caught In an abyss of gloom? Why do I feel caged A prisoner of my mind? Why am I living A reality that is a lie? Why am I chugging along Pretending all is well? Hey listen will you my girl! There ain't no rewards, For concealing your…

Oh Darn Boy Oh darn boy, You can’t look to fall in love, You have to fall in love! I won't let you court me anymore, I won't run my fingers down your ebony back, I won't look deep into your sunset eyes, Or whisper sweet nothings into star studded…

Lau This year I am poor, But in heart I am rich! All for a friendship fondly caroused, High on life and laughter! Until you glided past, I prided on facades Until you, I didn’t have no bestie Until you, there never was But Mo, what do you want?’ …

Writhe The voices in my head, They gnaw me apart, My eyebrows furrowed, And my forehead lined My cheeks have sunken, Oh, they no longer glow, My lips so parched, Their yearning uncontained Oh my sweet bubble, Has tumbled and crashed, It writhes and moans, Smothered in self-pity It wallows and hollers, Smeared in self-loathing…

MY PUMPKIN GIRL You may be crestfallen, At that newly minted bulge, At the scales that might tip, At those pants a tad tighter! Your cheeks may be fuller, And you may waddle as you prance, Still always my pumpkin girl, I will pen sonnets about you! There may be…

WARRIOR HEART You may be in pieces, In shreds, likely ripped apart, Still you always gotta know, How to choose your poison! While Countess Luann may croon, Oh! But ‘Money can’t buy you class’, You nod along yet toe the line, For things, paltry and transient! The applause for conformity, Alluring…

Ode This ode was written as part of a not-so-recent flooding of nostalgia. Friends who knew me intimately read it and tried to guess the identity of the ‘old lover’. ‘Is it him?’.. ‘Oh wait, is it the other one?’ In truth, it is never one or the other. It…