The dirt is staining red in Nigeria
TW: genocide, death/murder
Literary Works
Browse stories, poems, scripts, art, and more.
rooted
i have only knelt in prayer at the curbside
lms vii poem
The Waves
A poem about finding peace in the ocean's depths. Instead of calling for rescue, the speaker uses the crashing waves to say a calm, quiet goodbye.
Journey to the End of My Soul
self reflection
Grey
Inspired by an English essay to which I sacrificed the last shreds of my willpower
The Funeral
ded ppl things
I Awake in Slumberland
doesn't really have a pretty premise
prayers without answer (revisited)
revisiting a poem i wrote that i liked
Exploring universe and me
Finding me, through all the vastness I carry
The Devadasi’s Eavesdropper
The following piece is about Bharatnatyam- a classical dance. I hope it finds the right audience.
THE SUN DOES NOT MEAN FOR YOU TO BE WARM
a poem about the sun, and how something can be true even when it isn't meant for you.
The Killing Goes With The 3; Me, Mine, and Ours.
A new novel built on my back and God's, Summer Lynn Rowe. Know your God before you know me. He comes to you in prophets and in messengers. Know peace.
flower petals
the biggest betrayal of my life.
this is all mine, this is all that I feel
two poems written while watching the sunset, written one year apart, on opposite sides of the globe.
