An open letter to god, from a nun’s lover.

If there exists a lord

who can answer my call

Why, oh, why

Would you make me fall?

Like the restless sea who only begs

For the love of the moon

Even when the shore

Loves it and looms

I ask again

Why you would make me fall for such a woman

One who is sworn to keep her love

Hidden and always forbidden

How you’ve shamed me, my lord

For even though I’ve never felt her warmth

Her ghost slumbers

in the crook of my arms

And when the stillness of the night strikes

I hear her whisper her love in my ear

But, my lord!

Why would you engrave the walls of my veins

With her scent,

with her laugh,

with her smiling face

When you know she can never be with me

When our love can never be free

Like the sea and the moon

You’re the shore to which she is marooned

While I watch like the crestfallen moon

As my love tries to love me

But can’t

Why, oh, why, my lord.

Why, oh, why


Yes, finally! Inspiration has struck!

I roughly base this poem on the love story between Heloise and Abelard; roughly, very, very roughly.

I hope you enjoy it, and please do leave a comment and like πŸ™‚

I hope you have a lovely day! πŸ˜€

Signing off,




IF YOU’LL READ THIS, YOU GET MY UNDYING RESPECT (which isn’t much, but I can’t really get you anything considering the fact that I’m as broke as they come).

Well, to start this off, I guess I’ll be needing to clarify one thing:



(^I swear I’m not that creepy)

Yup, I’m completely messing with the general theme of this blog (this is basically as rebellious as my teenage years get; move aside rebellious child celebs, there’s a new bad-ass in town).

Anyways, today as I was performing only the most sacred acts of devouring my slice of bread that was coated in the gooey goodness that is Nutella, did a thought occur to me: what in the heaven’s name am I doing with my blog?

A quiet, snarky voice answered that from the back of my mind, ”Absolutely nothing, you little git.”Β 

And well…I’m sorryΒ to whoever actually follows my blog, if you’re still even here (I understand if you aren’t; I haven’t updated in months, it’s okay to abandon a sinking ship), and expected me to actually post poems on a regular basis (like every other normal human being) and not be so dang sporadic.

And so, as I was in the middle of throwing my hands up in the air and silently crying to the skies, ”WHY DID YOU LET ME DO THIS?” – and getting judged heavily by the people around me- I thought, ”Maybe if I expand the theme of the blog, I’ll enjoy it and post more?”

Which is true, considering the fact that,Β as lovely as I find posting my own poetry, I would find it so much easier to post here if I just ranted about general things, or posted up random little stories/poems I wrote, or found on the internet. And sometimes I REALLY REALLY WANT TO share some really cool stuff I find on the internet with people, but my friends and family don’t want to hear about it, or don’t got the time to, and so, maybe if I post it here, on a platform where there are (hopefully) people like me who appreciate such things, will I actually be appreciated/ encouraged and not be asked to shut up.

See? It’s a win-win situation for all of us (or only me, if nobody’s reading this).

So, expect to hear more from me soon, and I shall be posting more often (it’s a promise!) πŸ˜€

Signing off,


P.S- If I made any grammatical or punctuation-al (is that a word? No? Well, it should be) mistakes or something, feel free to correct them and have a laugh at how silly I sound because yay, judging other people is fun.



Short Stories I Won’t Write (Part 1)

This really intrigued me, isn’t it absolutely wonderful?

Quiet Venting

β€œI wish you could love me the way I love you,” she said with tears glistening in her eyes. β€œOr I wish I could lust after you the way you lust after me. But we’ll always be two sides of a coin; connected, but never able to see eye to eye. It’s tragic really.”
– A Love Story Between an Asexual and an Aromantic

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This Christmas Day

I heard the bells

I heard them ring

And from the midst of there jingle

I heard your voice sing

”When I smelt Christmas

it reminded me

of those times I wove myself

into the dimples in your cheeks

for every smile you smiled

was only for me.”

I felt the snow

I felt it fall

Like cotton against my skin

And with it I would recall

The taste of your glee

As you would see

The mountains and the rivers

Oh, those lovely sights would give you the sweetest shivers!

And darling I pray everyday

That maybe on this lovely Christmas day

You will stay

Love, will you stay?

Hello! πŸ˜€

It’s been long, hasn’t it?

Anywho, thank you so much for the likes, comments and follows. It is more than greatly appreciated! ❀

So, this poem is kind of short, but I wanted to update today and tell everyone MERRY CHRISTMAS :*


Signing off,


Paint Me A Picture

Paint me a picture

Of you darkest sins

Woven into words

Of all that has been.

Paint me a picture

Of your deepest fears

The ones that terrify you

And reduce you to trembles and tears

Paint me a picture

Of your sweetest temptation

And then immerse yourself within it

Rid yourself of previous hesitations

Paint me a picture

Of all that you kept yourself from saying

And I will string together the broken phrases

Hoping to form a torn yet lovely portrait

Of only you.

Hello! πŸ™‚

Thank you for the likes, comments and follows! It’s greatly appreciated and motivating! πŸ˜€

I’m sorry for the lack of posts. I’ll try to get the next one up much sooner!

Theme of this poem: Be yourself and stop restraining yourself from just being you. You’re so much beautiful being you πŸ™‚

Hope you liked this poem, and have a lovely day ❀

Signing off,


In Our Hearts

There’s a hole in our hearts

That’s drawing us apart

It’s filling our souls

And making our minds unfold

There’s a hole in our hearts

But it’s deepest in his

Filled with the shredded parts

Of where his happiness had once been

There’s hole in our hearts

But hers brims with colors

Spawning lovely works of art

That drew in numerous admirers.

There’s a hole in our hearts

But when she saw the depth of his

She pulled our her creations

And gave them to him

There’s a hole in our hearts

But when he felt her warmth

His heart filled with color

And no longer did he feel so forlorn

There’s a hole in our hearts

In yours and mine too

But it’s up to us to decide

If you could fill it with color, would you?


Yes, this isn’t that amazing. Sorry, I wrote this as fast as I can, considering the fact that I have an exam today :O

Anywho, thank you so much for the likes and follows! πŸ˜€

Hope you liked the poem, and have a lovely day ❀

Signing off,


Chasing Constellations

The poetry swirled beneath her skin

It tasted like thunder

It reminded him

Of all those words she implanted upon his lips

On tired afternoon’s that they spent

Basking in the warmth of one another

Drinking in phrases, passages and tales

She promised him she would engrave

Words upon his fragile skin

”I swear the universe was reborn on this day,” she would whisper,

“For whenever I trace the stars that exist within your irises

I find myself chasing constellations

And forming galaxies that radiate with the brilliance of your smile

Each crevice that has crested itself upon your form

Is like the dips and curves of the crescent moon’s torn

Crooked smile that glows

Within the depth of your beautiful soul.”

Hello! πŸ™‚

That was just a random poem I thought of two minutes ago. I hope you like it πŸ˜€

It’s somewhat different from my usual poems. Just trying something new πŸ™‚

Thanks again for the likes and follows :3 Have a great day! ❀

Signing off,


Six Feet Under

It’s during the night

When the world falls short of light

That behind my drooping eyelids I see

A drunken picture of your imagery

Your misery paints portraits deep within this mind

Only your bliss I attempted to find

Unfortunately your tears tainted your beauty

And hindered you from loving me

Maybe that’s why you never even tried

You crumbled like an ancient building as your resilience died

I figured that’s why you never loosened the knot

And now your stunning form has been left to rot

Six feet below the ground

If only I could go back in time and turn this all around

Maybe then you wouldn’t have been so sad

And realized that life wasn’t so bad

But these mistakes have engraved a scar within my soul

It’s now keeping me from becoming whole

Colors now turn from tones of vibrancy to black and white

And my thoughts beg for me to give up this fight

I have begun to contemplate positive reasons why

You yearned to die

It appears our sorrows are now just as profound

For now I too long to lay six feet under the ground.


Thank you to everyone who has followed my blog and liked my old posts! ❀

Also, the theme of this poem is kind of dark, but the words just fell off my fingertips as I typed it down; in a way I guess it explains the way the cycle of suicide continues.

I’m not trying to condone suicide, and if you have suicidal thoughts then please do contact figures of authority, organizations or just loved ones who could help you and guide you. You’d be startled by the things that people are able to live through, and the helpful advice they have for you πŸ™‚

This world is a brighter place because of your presence ❀

Hope you liked this poem! Have a lovely day πŸ˜€

Signing off,


A Piece Of You

You left a piece of yourself behind

It’s jagged sides tore through my canvas skin

And painted it in tones of crimson

Leaving my skin to unwind.

You left a piece of yourself behind

It ripped through my veins

And dissolved into my blood

And began to crumble this frail mind.

You left a piece of yourself behind

It raced to my heart

And slashed the walls apart

I can’t understand what you yearn to find.

You left a piece of yourself behind

It cracked through my soul

Until I was also but a piece

Of my fragments entwined.

You left a piece of yourself behind

It left me heartbroken

As a mess of pasts thoughts

Unable to find the strength to survive

You left a piece of yourself behind

But I have begun to wonder

Whether I left a fragment of my whole with you too

For you seem to resemble the remains of a painful goodbye.


I hope you liked the poem! I wrote it in like two minutes, so I’m still not sure about it xD

Thanks for the likes, and follows! ❀

Have a wonderful day πŸ™‚

Signing off,


Within These Colours

When colors refuse to merge

And leave behind scattered silhouettes

Of all their whims and urges

And jagged regrets

Remember me then

For that’s when life forgets to fulfill your end

And pray that the broken words I penned

Will keep you from being condemned.

Well, hello.

This is my second post and I know it’s not that great but I wrote it in a hurry. Exam life is a hard life, you see xD

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you to the lovely people for commenting on my previous work, and following me. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING ❀

Signing off,