Scented Love

I didn’t realize I was a fan till I saw it

It was a spark of desire

to own and to hold

to feel the warmth in my hand

to smell the top notes and base notes

the heart notes mixing with afternoon light

Melting by my side

Wax and music playing down the day

Cast small fires

upon peaceful loves

Fan of my fantasies

I’ll admit I’m a fangirl

Member of many, many fandoms

I buy merch,

I write fanfics,

I celebrate stories

with money, time and effort.

I live in multiple worlds

Different universes, altering timelines

Transported by screens and pages

where canons go over my head

and fanon aims at my heart

Get to Continue

It’s a blessing to begin again

To renew old hopes

and have a revival

Getting a second chance

or maybe third or fourth

having that 7x 70 life

with moments to spare

I thought I had a story to tell

then I, myself got in the way

But I get to continue

To write and post and live

To laugh and cry simultaneously

To dream and stay hungry.

Before I Go to Sleep

“Awaken!” says my brain

But my body refuses

For sweet temptation is sleep 

It is sin not to have enough





My work is like bad chicken

Dry and overdone

And so before I commit another slothful act

I ask forgiveness from my fellow man

May your rest be Hippocratic

Deeply Nourishing in the Lull

Go-getters and teachers , I apologize

I tried my best, but……

My eyes are closed,

My head is bowed.

For silence is mercy

Among this crowd

Nightcore in the cottage

It’s the same each and every night

High speed chase featured in my mind

Safety nets and horror deaf

Each and every feeling met

Sleepy eyes and carelessness

Dawn less with the blinding lights inside

Midnight in my darkened gaze

It comes and goes like dirty waves

Round and round its spins me like dead flies

Fractured mind in stained glass windows

Cardigans on ghost town widows

Lizzie Borden hits the drums

Spider feet are feeling numb

Was it love or simply shocking

Compliments or sincere mocking

Fantasy life with no escape

Don’t believe things on faith

A cold and worried Hallelujah

I heard that David

Said a prayer

That his relatives would stop going there

This disease and the consequences

Overwhelm us

The waves have come

The 4th, a 5th

But politicians still wouldn’t lift

The worries of the people

Scared enough to try to overthrow ya

Now pandemic is in year no. 3

Is there still a point in parody

It’s a cold and worried hallelujah













I wore her shoes

Inspired by U far glove story prompt on Otome Isekai subreddit

‘I wore her shoes, she stole my crown.
I can see the parallels going down.
She was the fiancée’, I became queen
But it was his cheating that remains unseen.

Some people laugh,
Some people jeer,
Now I’m the Villainess, my dear.

I used to be the heroine
Noble and sweet
I used to be your lover
That kept things interesting
Now I’m the obstacle
A nuisance to get rid of

Will you execute me like you did with her?
Burn me for my wicked ways?
I’m not as charming as I used to be
Have fun with Heroine no. 3

I smiled when she was condemned
Laughing as I played with her jewels
I thought I knew the game
I thought the winners stayed the same

She’s in my shoes now
I walk barefoot toward the rope
I leave because of the same mistake
Of loving a man that doesn’t feel the same