Monthly Archives: October 2014

everyday

i come to this page. everyday. i open up my laptop – noon, right after dinner, 3 in the morning – and i come here, to this blank page. it begs me to type something, everyday. and everyday…i start to … Continue reading

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Sometimes I like the look of a blank page more than a full one. Like right now – my life is so full of goodbyes, threats, and promises that if everything were to just fall silent…well, I’m not sure I’d … Continue reading

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optional

i don’t want to do this anymore please make it stop it hurts too bad to fall in love with someone who couldn’t care less to make someone a priority when all you are is a stupid option why should … Continue reading

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an addiction

Life is short – arguably too short, though it feels like it never stops. For me, everyday seems to drag on and on, obstacle after obstacle hurtling my way. Every moment is some new test and, let’s be honest, I’m … Continue reading

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mad world

it’s a mad world out there, and i can’t help but be a part. it’s hard to not play a role when everyday you are suffocated by the insane, staring at you with black eyes so dark they haunt your … Continue reading

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conflicted

make a shadow your fingers against the lamp, the wall. show me what you need to say without saying a single word. can you do it? if you can’t show me what you need then why should i bother worrying … Continue reading

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coconut

She’s sitting on the beach, soaking in the sun. The waves are crashing onto the white sand, eating its grains and grazing her feet. The sun is low in the sky, but not low enough that she can’t see – … Continue reading

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to ash

my eyes, oppressed by the pressure you put upon my shoulders. to make a decision, to choose a direction so that my life will surge on. yet lately, i’m stuck between dream and reality; that being the lack of and … Continue reading

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my sunflower

it’s dried it’s dead its essence is gone, it left long ago; not long after the stem was picked, or, rather, ripped from its source, suddenly bereft of all gravity. not long after it had to learn to accept what … Continue reading

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vanilla

I constantly feel like I’m losing myself. Like my soul is escaping and trying to adventure out into the world that I am unfamiliar with… “come on!” it begs for a new environment with new people and a new attitude. … Continue reading

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