Verse and Vision
As an artist and writer, I weave poetry and visual art into a singular expression—where emotions take shape in strokes and verses, and every piece tells a story beyond the canvas. This is my world of creativity, where words and images breathe as one.
Lucid Reverie: A Poetic Self-Portrait
Paint, Pen and Posca Pens on Paper, 16” x 12”, 2025
Dreams
Structures on a cloud, lusting a fantasy that is allowed. With a boy that is highly proud. Horrendous nightmares creep.
While I’m trying to sleep with images that last a week. Treasure moments with my family, filled with sanity. Staying within the boundaries of my faith
Tired from an endless run, while another enjoys the rising sun that stretches till May. Will I have a good day?
The Other Me
The other me is scary. I couldn’t recognize it. She’s mad, crazy, and aggressive. She rarely comes out like that. I never know how she does it.
There are times when anger changes my skin. She does that by suppressing me in. She despises my mother, despises my friends. Somehow,she’s scared of my father I never know how she does it.
I communicate with her with my journal. But when she’s not in the mood, she can be very rude. Writing each page with bold letters with each sentence with errors I wonder how she does it?
When someone makes her mad. She will blow up your land, she will torture you. Stares at you and thought of killing you blood thirsty, cruel, and vicious. But lucky for you she forgot! Lucky for you, she doesn’t want to get caught, because someday she might get shot.
By someone who is like her mad, crazy, and hostile sociopath as she is, I pray she will never hurt those whom I love, I pray the other me is gone.
The other me is a secret. The other me that I fiercely suppress. I don’t want to go through a therapy from what she had done. I don’t want to take pills for what she had become.
Goodbye and so you will be missed. Sincerely, The Girl living outside of you.
Wednesday
Why Wednesday? When it could be every day. We ride the same bus home. At the stop his head starts to roam. First, he talks about school while he’s trying to act cool. Does he feel this awkward vibe?
His eyes are gazing towards the sky wanting to fly. After hiding his big fat lie. Someday he hopes to serve his country to make enough sums of money, to make his family happy. Someday I hope he believes to himself, to do what he truly loves, to feel joy and freedom
Are you feeling hungry? Yesterday you were starving because your stomach was barking. Again, does he feel this vibe? What is he trying to hide? When his mind is occupied, what can I do to make him satisfied?
Why Wednesday? When it could be every day, but when we’re alone you have a mellow tone.
On Wednesday it was the only day when the skies were gray. On Wednesday in the beginning of May was the day when both lips sway.
