At the end of my 21st birthday, I am EXCITED to share something with you guys: I DESIGNED A POETRY JOURNAL THAT LOOKS LIKE MY OWN JOURNALS AND WILL HELP YOU WRITE POETRY WITH NUMEROUS PROMPTS INSIDE IT ✨ [Find Your Voice: A Guided Poetry Journal for Your Heart / forthcoming with @clarksonpotter @penguinrandomhouse ] - - - - If you want to give me a birthday present, preorder #FYVjournal (I’ll put the link in my profile) and send me the order receipt. You can DM it to me or email at email@example.com ⭐️ - - - Pictured here: the loml(s) first & second edition of my debut book + fvy journal on the cake 💪🏽 thank you for being here to witness this journey my team Moon, my artsy kids, my art bbys 💘
I will turn 21 in 3 days [16th August - of house Leo] 🌸 In this house, we take birthdays and everything related to them very seriously. Paying respect to the traditions, here’s a ~get to know me while I am still 20~ post with some facts about me: 1. I published #YesterdayIWasTheMoon when I was 19 / 2. Girls Like You by Maroon 5 & Chaap Tilak from Coke Studio are my top favorite songs at the moment / 3. I travel a lot. It has made me a light packer and I’m always ready to pack my belongings and hit the road / 4. Pelikan pens are an integral part of me as an artist. I grew up collecting them / 5. If I weren’t an artist, I would be a lawyer / 6. I am a skincare enthusiast. After food and art supplies, this is where my money goes / 7. I struggle a lot with anxiety and panic attacks. It’s impossible for me to witness fights or see my peers in the state of [violent] anger. I freak out / 8. I love “Someday I Love Ocean Vuong” by Ocean Vuong so much that you’ll often see me making references from this poem or humming it randomly / 9. I would always [jokingly] tell my friends that one day I will live inside an @urbanoutfitters outlet because they are the coolest. I didn’t exactly get a room there but they got the exclusive edition of my debut book and now a part of me indeed lives there / 10. My parents won’t tell you this but hear: I am their absolute favorite child and that’s a fact ⭐️ *drops mic*
[Describe yourself in a poem] I am Daylight solidified/ my anxious father’s absolute favorite child/ gladly terrible at love/ decades away from home/ repeater of bad sad songs/ the sober driver on the wrong lane/ an eager enemy of mosquitoes/ yesterday’s full moon/ the epigraph of a lonely book/ a chef not to be trusted/ the remainder of a family on fire/ a neon danger sign & a heartache several water bodies away ✨ || art journal + poetry - - If you were to describe yourself in a poem, how would you do that? Get creative 🖤
[Pockets] My sister insists on buying clothes with pockets. A floral kurti with pockets. An oversized shirt with pockets. An overpriced kameez with pockets. I keep myself at a distance from them. I do not want more places to keep things. All of my belongings are safely packed. Everything neatly placed where it should be. Grief—locked in the heart. Softness —rolled under this tongue. Anger— locked away in an unnamed vein. A pocket will come hungry. It will asked to be filled. I will put my phone in it. I will put some silver coins. I will put your absence in it & carry it everywhere. Again. The thing about space is—it always finds something to fill itself. Yellowing yesterdays. Dying daylight. Troubled tomorrows. Even if they stay. Even if they go. ✨ || art journal + poetry
signing a copy of #YesterdayIWasTheMoon for a dear friend as a farewell gift. I kept making emotional speeches all day because 1) handling a goodbye is difficult 2) I am really bad at this ⭐️ but to everyone who is moving ahead in life and building a better future, here’s my lil speech: you’ve arrived at this stage all by yourself—with or without the love of your loved ones. Everything has changed for the best and wouldn’t go back to what it was. Move. Move. The rest of us will come along.
[Notes Left For A Stranger At The Nameless Park In My Hometown] Cowardice is bravery halfway on a long road. I remember all the skies tomorrow stole but counting them will cost the loss of another one. What else do you know about home besides how it falls apart? Even forgiveness sounds like an aggrieved blame in your voice. There is a road tinted with everything yesterday left behind, I have been sleepwalking on it. 🌺✨✨ || art journal + poetry (re-using this piece for today’s collage)