Biography
Adoring, amateur poet at university in the US.
Samples
Parallel Lines I don’t remember when, but one day In math, they taught us about parallel lines—two Lines that run next to each other but never intersect, never meet. No matter how close or similar in shape and length, the two will never cross paths. Do you remember my lofty voice as my airy thoughts Danced around the idea that perhaps some people are Parallel lines too? So close, leading similar lives, existing In the same space, but never meeting. Perhaps some people are parallel lines and are never meant to cross paths. They Are never meant to enter that person’s life for whatever reason That was decided by fate. I felt your eyes on me as the words spilled from the lips Still swollen because of you. My eyes following the cracks in paint that littered the old ceiling Until you cupped my cheek and broke me from my trance, A quiet perhaps escaped your lips right before They began their descend back to mine. Shadowed blue eyes caught the ones hidden behind frames Just before we met. In reality, it lasted a half second, but it was enough For me to thank the fates that we were not parallel lines.
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