She has her face buried in her hands, crying.
You don’t know why, yet you still comfort her.
Her sobs are ugly, but you don’t really mind.
“It’ll be okay,” you whisper to her, gently.
She continues, almost as if she didn’t hear you
Do words really speak louder than actions?
Or do actions impact more than words?
Because as soon as she felt your touch,
Her tears began to dry.

Staring at the remains
of smoldering words that were once
fresh out the pan
the oil spitting at you
as if you were some sort of gummed pavement
crackles of punctuation peppered round the tape markings

Setting in stone.
warping into memories
collapsing into another relapse, a replay
of a vicious dance around your vision
blunt means to say sharp words

ashes blowing away
could it be your body? or feelings?

an eternal blue
that even the whitest white cannot...

A long time ago, Madonna sang about a place called “La Isla Bonita.” Ever since, I’ve been wondering what “the beautiful island” looked like. Frankly, I picture it to be an ideal place, where the summer breeze flows oh so lovely. The kind of place you only see in movies, with clear skies and turquoise water.  

However, when it comes of La Isla Bonita, there is a catch. Everything seems to be too perfect to be true. One might...

My digits, I reckon, are barely the definite truth for they were twisted in the processor of mixed feelings, a huge gamut of these delicate emotions. Yet, what reflects a clearer truth than the one rippled by hot, salty tears, violent euphoria and tasteless indifference?

Number of times I've been born: 1
Number of times I've died: 0
Number of times I think it's possible for me to die: 2 (physically and psychologically)

Number of people I've met: 120 287 ...

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

A rhythm, slow and steady. 
A rhythm, not unlike the beat of a heart. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

A sound, soft and comforting. 
A sound, not unlike the song of the nightingale. 

Whoosh. Whoosh. 

A wind, distant and strong. 
A wind, here one moment then gone the next. 

Whoosh. Whoosh. 

A wave, gentle and brave. 
A wave, lulling to sleep even the most sorrowful. 

and suddenly all is still

The rhythm has stopped. 
The sound has...

The page reflects your life
Your life reflects the page
But what if the page is blank

Land of the free, the melting pot, land of new beginnings, the country millions had sought. 
People seeking refuge, people chasing dreams, the land for all peoples, but nothing is as it seems. 
We claim to have a ladder, available for all, you just have to work hard enough, and you will stand tall. 
But then why do the poor stay forever, pulling with all their might, trying to surpass the last rung, putting up a fight. 
It’s not a...

Actor: David Tennant's real name is David McDonald. He was born in Scotland in 1971 and plays the tenth doctor.

Tech: Sonic Screwdriver that does just about everything from opening doors to bursting chains; 3D glasses to see what has been  in a parallel universe and what hasn’t; Chameleon Arch that rewrites every cell in your body; Perception Filter that, once worn, direct people’s gaze away from you. He also built a ‘Timey-Wimey Detector’, which I can not describe as...

Number of instruments owned: 7. Number of instruments learned: 4.
Number of years lived: 16.2. Number of favourite countries: 3. Number of favourite cities: 1. Number of ice creams eaten this week: 6. Number of dresses made: 15. Number of dresses attempted: 20. Number of pointe shoes killed: 6. Number of tap shoes broken in unconventional ways: 0.5. Number of years playing piano: 10. Number of accumulated days spent crying about music: 10. Number of senses: 5, but I like to...

the time we spend is bitter now
your love for me is cold;
but both of us bleed cursive
and romanticized wounds are old
but opened on each other’s backs
and we throw around words like

darling,
words like

let’s make plans

-  but we won’t. Because I will be
gone and you’ll be asleep
in his bed drinking peppermint
and I’ll be drinking english breakfast
and tossing empty mugs in warm sinks
and sweating off the

feeling of your...

She has her face buried in her hands, crying.
You don’t know why, yet you still comfort her.
Her sobs are ugly, but you don’t really mind.
“It’ll be okay,” you whisper to her, gently.
She continues, almost as if she didn’t hear you
Do words really speak louder than actions?
Or do actions impact more than words?
Because as soon as she felt your touch,
Her tears began to dry.

Staring at the remains
of smoldering words that were once
fresh out the pan
the oil spitting at you
as if you were some sort of gummed pavement
crackles of punctuation peppered round the tape markings

Setting in stone.
warping into memories
collapsing into another relapse, a replay
of a vicious dance around your vision
blunt means to say sharp words

ashes blowing away
could it be your body? or feelings?

an eternal blue
that even the whitest white cannot...

A long time ago, Madonna sang about a place called “La Isla Bonita.” Ever since, I’ve been wondering what “the beautiful island” looked like. Frankly, I picture it to be an ideal place, where the summer breeze flows oh so lovely. The kind of place you only see in movies, with clear skies and turquoise water.  

However, when it comes of La Isla Bonita, there is a catch. Everything seems to be too perfect to be true. One might...

My digits, I reckon, are barely the definite truth for they were twisted in the processor of mixed feelings, a huge gamut of these delicate emotions. Yet, what reflects a clearer truth than the one rippled by hot, salty tears, violent euphoria and tasteless indifference?

Number of times I've been born: 1
Number of times I've died: 0
Number of times I think it's possible for me to die: 2 (physically and psychologically)

Number of people I've met: 120 287 ...

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

A rhythm, slow and steady. 
A rhythm, not unlike the beat of a heart. 

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

A sound, soft and comforting. 
A sound, not unlike the song of the nightingale. 

Whoosh. Whoosh. 

A wind, distant and strong. 
A wind, here one moment then gone the next. 

Whoosh. Whoosh. 

A wave, gentle and brave. 
A wave, lulling to sleep even the most sorrowful. 

and suddenly all is still

The rhythm has stopped. 
The sound has...

The page reflects your life
Your life reflects the page
But what if the page is blank

Land of the free, the melting pot, land of new beginnings, the country millions had sought. 
People seeking refuge, people chasing dreams, the land for all peoples, but nothing is as it seems. 
We claim to have a ladder, available for all, you just have to work hard enough, and you will stand tall. 
But then why do the poor stay forever, pulling with all their might, trying to surpass the last rung, putting up a fight. 
It’s not a...

Actor: David Tennant's real name is David McDonald. He was born in Scotland in 1971 and plays the tenth doctor.

Tech: Sonic Screwdriver that does just about everything from opening doors to bursting chains; 3D glasses to see what has been  in a parallel universe and what hasn’t; Chameleon Arch that rewrites every cell in your body; Perception Filter that, once worn, direct people’s gaze away from you. He also built a ‘Timey-Wimey Detector’, which I can not describe as...

the time we spend is bitter now
your love for me is cold;
but both of us bleed cursive
and romanticized wounds are old
but opened on each other’s backs
and we throw around words like

darling,
words like

let’s make plans

-  but we won’t. Because I will be
gone and you’ll be asleep
in his bed drinking peppermint
and I’ll be drinking english breakfast
and tossing empty mugs in warm sinks
and sweating off the

feeling of your...

Growing up in America sometimes disgusts me. Yes, I realize the privileges and the freedom I have, but answer this for me:
Why are my peers and I taught how to defend ourselves against an active shooter daily? Why are we having drills, where we barricade our doors and get ready to jump out of windows? Why are we taught that we should throw our laptops at a gunman to give our classmates more time to run?
We now live...