Sometimes when i daydream, i end up jotting down phrases. Here are 4 random phrases and poems i have written this April.


​I guess it could’ve been so much better
if we met and looked at each other’s eyes
nodded, and went on our separate ways

but we started a fire
and burned along with it
we went against all odds
for a love story
that never should’ve started



Wounded myself

and expected to leave blood stains

but i bled poetry instead


The ability to feel something aside from pain probably went with you when you left.


That’s the thing with wounded girls

they blame the situation

and even themselves

but never the boy

who has always been holding the knife


© Semipoetry April 2017