It does not live in me; it is the color that never left me and the color I see when I close my eyes. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

into the light

They clamorously shout, “Do not go into the light!” But I am foolishly attracted the way Moths make love to Fire © 2016, Quiyet Brul


Never ever try writing a poem past midnight; you will drown with million thoughts. © 2016, Quiyet Brul


I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul


a leaf on the branch a simple bulb blooming bigger each day turning a different hue drying yellowing billowing the inevitable ©2018, Quiyet Brul


i am both living in the past and the future —— where the horizons meet in between —— i feel the pain of failure in the past along with the pressure from the future i'm anxious that people will leave in the future the way others did in the past. my heart lives in the …


you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …