How about we take some god damn responsibility?

How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves

For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence

How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs

We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.

(@writteninstead)

Where forgotten dreams go

There’s a place in our heads
where forgotten dreams go
hand in hand with midnight ideas
and drunken resolutions

A bustling place, filled with lace
Everyone’s in costumes
they smell like butter biscuits.
And the tea and the dance never ends…

It’s time to go—
leave all of it at the door!

In fleeting moments of awakening 
you catch a glimspe of it
Like a lens that can’t quite focus…
Sharpening into shapes of reality

@writteninstead

Shame, shame, shame

Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens

Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder

Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays

Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?

(@writteninstead)

Special

It is like pulsing flame 
Held between quivering hands
Delicate, flawless—
I want to have it painted across the sky 
Every vibrancy, every shade
Every orange

Yet hesitant, mostly afraid
The tinted glasses, indifferent glances
worse, mistaken invitation 
to add strokes to the palette.
We all share the same sky;
Do we see the same?

Torn between sharing a sunrise
or having a nightlight by the bed
This struggle; persistent back and forth
Is what tells me this is different— 
This time, this thing 
is special

(@writteninstead)