xiv

margarette, while writing away my feelings, i am on the seat where you sat the first time i met you. lately, i have been longing for you in the spaces you’ve left behind. your company. your calls. your messages. it has been a struggle to go day by day. it’s dimmed. it’s soundless. it’s almost …

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my mouth, a black hole where nothing escapes and my eyes, a white hole where everything escapes because you took the ability of escaping and not escaping and existing while not existing every contradiction becomes one you escaped; i couldn't ©2017, Quiyet Brul

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you'd leave everything, you said wasn't i your everything? ©2018, Quiyet Brul

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i still hide you in my poetry ©2018, Quiyet Brul

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