I am the bee’s knees 
I am the agent of honey
‘Cus I have butterflies in my tummy

Do you know what can run on what you wear ?
Hair bare
Clothes tear

If I sent you tears by email, would your internet be flooded?
Wet net
Web wet
A drowned PC

If I want to draw a breath, what kind of paper would you recommend
ICU took my breath away

Do you think walls have ears?
Or they are just plain stone deaf
Sound proofed their brick ears ?

Can’t wrap my head around the lesser of the two evils
I feel the devil has almost become a legend.

What is a hard nut to crack?
This nut is brown and looks like brain.

I hope your a muse d

Do you feel bombed ?
I seem to have bombarded you with questions

Would like to hear some of your own ??


When words get drunk,
They become Miss Fit
They are Miss Spelt
A Miss Interpretation happens
A Miss Placed Miss Construction
A Miss Conduct of
Miss Fortune who
Miss Carries the
Miss Programming which spirals into a Miss Quote of Miss Knowledge
That morphs into a
Miss Conception who
Miss Quotes
Miss Uses a misword.

I Wear Your Skin

Sister, I wear your skin
I feel your unspoken pain
The anger of a simmering flame
I feel your fears
I see unshed tears
You have to fight to belong
You have to be strong
Sister, I feel the rape of honour
I feel my skin crawl at the destructive macabre .

Brother, I wear your skin
I feel the words in your throat
I feel you speaking bright, colored
I feel your heart beating
I feel your hope fleeting
I feel you tear inside
But then, you have to decide
You’d rather explode
And feel the inner applaud .

I wear your skin
I wear all the metaphors for pain .

The Wrong Side

On the wrong side of destiny
I was born
In the silence of a teardrop
On the edge of a breakdown
Learning to fall
Learning to unlearn

That writes itself into words
I touch the words
As the sun fires deep in my belly
Making me into my quintessence
Made into me.