this could pass as my highlights — there are words in my heart i want to spill like fire from a volcano a year full of all the lows you could ever imagine drawing patterns of bittersweet memories on your skin a wild year it was, a virus threatening lives and putting the world on hold, a lot…

It was a beautiful week of fun, giggles, big grin, cameras and photographs. Monday: You were in high spirits, getting ready for the day. There was a social activity going on in your college that for once in a lifetime meant something to you. You couldn’t miss it for anything in…

Pain doesn’t go away, ever. It will lessen a little sometimes and once in a while it will come back in a big tidal wave. — - Roxanne Noddin i] pain doesn’t care — not about gender, not about race, not about religion and certainly not about you. ii] pain eats — first, it wrecks your nerves, stiffen your heart, freezes your body and slowly eats from your flesh. iii] pain dresses in beautiful thorns. wraps…

Your blood will sing death notes to your ears. — First, you start being apologetic about wanting my body, you let your hands roam around every part of it I told you I do not like to be touched by you every time you try You play deaf. I said stop. You kiss your teeth. You told me not to…

When you rest your eyes on the beautiful clothing of her cleavage, One could tell your mind wants to travel places with hers. You place your palms on her thighs Spilling words from your heart Taking her round the clouds — wishing Wishing she was yours, Knowing it is a…

Walk in the rain with me, let us pray. — I’m hoping it rains, Giving myself away to the drops of heavenly glee – falling from the sky into every pore of my skin, to rid me of this unbearable pain that has clothed my flesh with ticks of intentional scars. To inhale the smell that comes from the dust…

Sometimes, I seek validation from the wrong things, the wrong people, the wrong audience. I write perfectly well in my sleep and my brain goes numb everytime I pick a pen. I’m a sucker — a sucker for hugs and numerous things. I hide behind my shadow when I’m around…

Newbie. Hi, I’m Kimnaton Abigail Vurzie. A wanna be poet and photographer. Trying to escape from the fake world of social media and I’m also trying to find my sanity somewhere, in myself, within a platform and then I found medium. I am not very good with this, but I’m giving it a try. Welcome to my space, I hope i don’t flop!