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gracecroken

United States

You can't breath - so you write

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For me, writing is my lifeline. Without it, I'm not sure how I would function. It's my way of dealing with my pain, and immortalizing my happiness. It's my way of expressing the many parts of me, and all that I want to be.
Poetry and short story are my go to, but I also have written a completed novel and am currently working on a second. :)
Thanks for reading, commenting and reviewing any of my pieces. I really do appreciate it!
Much love and happy writing - g

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Antonym

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Who were you
before I knew you?
Who were you
before him?
They say you've changed
in a lot of ways.
You've become your own
antonym.

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The Birds

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Verse 1:
I got all this anger
Boiling up inside of me
And I can't help but scream
And scream and scream 
And there's nothing good in this life no more
All anybody seems to do is let each other down
Let go of each other hands
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as their dads walk out the door
Buildings crash to the floor

Pre Chorus:
And all the birds 
Fly away
In a cloud 
Of blackened haze ...
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To Be Immortal

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I am immortal
Born of ice and dust 
A child of moons
Born of smoke and fire 
A child of stars
I am immortal 

I am immortal 
Alone in every way 
But you make me feel brave 
Alone until the end of days
But I am not afraid
I am immortal 

I am immortal
You can taste it on my lips
As you kiss me in the dark
You make me feel a heaven I will never see
As we...

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The Birds

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Verse 1:
I got all this anger
Boiling up inside of me
And I can't help but scream
And scream and scream 
And there's nothing good in this life no more
All anybody seems to do is let each other down
Let go of each other hands
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as they're dads walk out the door
Buildings crash to the floor

Pre Chorus:
And all the birds 
Fly away
In a cloud 
Of blackened haze ...
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A Lone Soldier's Largo

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Lightning strikes across the land
Thunder shakes the ground
Quiet, steady breathing 
No one makes a sound

Silent steps along the path 
A road I map and chart
Majesty, I bow to you 
My Queen, I hold your heart 

Forever I will fight for you
Protect my land of birth
Yes, I pledge my life to you
Until my dying breath 

I travel unaccompanied
Alone, I'm not afraid  
Courage is my only friend 
The moon, she is my aid 
...

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The Summer of Sunsets

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It was the summer of sunsets,
And hidden beaches. 
Miles away from anyone else.
Horseshoe crabs litter the sand,
And we sit on driftwood.
Watching the ebb and flow.
Watching the city lights across the way, glow.

It was the summer of speed,
And long drives.
Miles down the busy road.
Fancy cars rushing along side us,
And we sing along to the radio. 
Watching the stop and go.
Watching the highway lights glow. 

It was the summer of foreign...

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Sailing On A Raft

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I'm heading towards the sunset 
Colors calling me
Ocean waves are rolling 
Beneath sunburned body 

Sirens humming gently 
A dangerous lullaby 
I envy all the seagulls 
Who fly across the sky 

But everything is perfect 
Your hand fits in mine 
The sky is colored orange
That signifies End Times 

Fear doesn't hold us 
Our heart beat is slow
Your embrace is enough
The seraphs hold us close 

Like Icarus I wish 
To reach heaven's eye 
Shining, burning wonder  
Waves...

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Antonym

Who were you
before I knew you?
Who were you
before him?
They say you've changed
in a lot of ways.
You've become your own
antonym.

Songwriting Competition

The Birds


Verse 1:
I got all this anger
Boiling up inside of me
And I can't help but scream
And scream and scream 
And there's nothing good in this life no more
All anybody seems to do is let each other down
Let go of each other hands
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as their dads walk out the door
Buildings crash to the floor

Pre Chorus:
And all the birds 
Fly away
In a cloud 
Of blackened haze
From the field
They emancipate 
From their rusted chains 

Chorus:
I can't help but listen to their words
Listen to the news of our corrupted world 
But no body seems to do a thing
Only complain about the things that we can change
Shout out about religion and color
 and preference and pain
Refusing to see that all humans are built the same 

Verse 2:
War surrounds our tiny towns
Poverty is the mayor's name
They say that lack of...

To Be Immortal

I am immortal
Born of ice and dust 
A child of moons
Born of smoke and fire 
A child of stars
I am immortal 

I am immortal 
Alone in every way 
But you make me feel brave 
Alone until the end of days
But I am not afraid
I am immortal 

I am immortal
You can taste it on my lips
As you kiss me in the dark
You make me feel a heaven I will never see
As we lay here in the dark 
I am immortal 

 

Songwriting Competition

The Birds


Verse 1:
I got all this anger
Boiling up inside of me
And I can't help but scream
And scream and scream 
And there's nothing good in this life no more
All anybody seems to do is let each other down
Let go of each other hands
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as they're dads walk out the door
Buildings crash to the floor

Pre Chorus:
And all the birds 
Fly away
In a cloud 
Of blackened haze
From the field
They emancipate 
From their rusted chains 

Chorus:
I can't help but listen to their words
Listen to the news of our corrupted world 
But no body seems to do a thing
Only complain about the things that we can change
Shout out about religion and color
 and preference and pain
Refusing to see that all humans are built the same 

Verse 2:
War surrounds our tiny towns
Poverty is the mayor's name
They say that lack of...

A Lone Soldier's Largo

Lightning strikes across the land
Thunder shakes the ground
Quiet, steady breathing 
No one makes a sound

Silent steps along the path 
A road I map and chart
Majesty, I bow to you 
My Queen, I hold your heart 

Forever I will fight for you
Protect my land of birth
Yes, I pledge my life to you
Until my dying breath 

I travel unaccompanied
Alone, I'm not afraid  
Courage is my only friend 
The moon, she is my aid 

Under cover of darkness
I ride my valiant steed 
Conquer every foe I cross
Never shall I bleed 

The Summer of Sunsets

It was the summer of sunsets,
And hidden beaches. 
Miles away from anyone else.
Horseshoe crabs litter the sand,
And we sit on driftwood.
Watching the ebb and flow.
Watching the city lights across the way, glow.

It was the summer of speed,
And long drives.
Miles down the busy road.
Fancy cars rushing along side us,
And we sing along to the radio. 
Watching the stop and go.
Watching the highway lights glow. 

It was the summer of foreign bodies,
And corrupted consumption.
Miles of skin upon skin.
Red solo cup in hand,
And our lungs full of cloudy vapor.
Watching her dance in the shadow.
Watching her eyes twinkle and glow.

It was the summer of friendship,
And people I'll never forget. 
Miles of histories strung together. 
Late nights of story telling, 
And the reveling of secrets.
Watching each other grow.
Watching each other glow.

It was the summer of lights,
And shining so bright. 
Miles of green...

Sailing On A Raft

I'm heading towards the sunset 
Colors calling me
Ocean waves are rolling 
Beneath sunburned body 

Sirens humming gently 
A dangerous lullaby 
I envy all the seagulls 
Who fly across the sky 

But everything is perfect 
Your hand fits in mine 
The sky is colored orange
That signifies End Times 

Fear doesn't hold us 
Our heart beat is slow
Your embrace is enough
The seraphs hold us close 

Like Icarus I wish 
To reach heaven's eye 
Shining, burning wonder  
Waves crash around in sighs 

Brown From the Ground

The sky is always blue, 
But recently it's been bluer with you.
Just like the ocean, too! 
Everything is so blue.
Except for your eyes.
And I'm cool with that, too, 
Because I've never really been into eyes that are blue.
But brown eyes are what make me melt. 
You say, 
'Brown like the ground'. 
But I say,
'Brown like the ground, from which the plants grew'.
And I love the color blue,
But it doesn't suit you,
The way brown like the ground from which the plants grew,
Suits you.
I can walk the whole ground - 
The whole ground -
Where all life begins and ends.
To me,
Your eyes,  
- Brown from the ground
Where all life begins and ends - 
Brings me to a breakthrough. 
It's a virtue. 
It makes me feel things, 
That blue
Could never do. 

To Become The Enemy

I wear the wolf's pelt to hide who I am underneath; 
Corse, heavy black fur smothers my fleece. 

Razor sharp teeth stained yellow, stained red, hang over my snout.
Needle like claws fit perfectly over my hooves. 
Yellow eyes strikes terror into all those who dare try to sneak a peak at my mud puddles. 

I wear the wolf's pelt to hide who I am underneath;  
A howl is more fearsome than a bleat. 

Writing for Children Competition

Aaliyah Dreams of Faries

Far away, in the great land called Saffron, a beautiful little girl named Aaliyah sleeps restlessly in her bed. 

The moon shines brightly in the dark night sky and it's gentle light passes through Aaliyah's window, right onto the sleeping girl's face.

 The pale light causes Aaliyah to stir and rub her eyes. Slowly, the moon pulls her from her dream land.
    
This is not good, for little girls aren't supposed to be awake in the middle of the night! But awake she is, not the tiniest bit groggy.

Aaliyah sits up, her black hair falling in a slightly messy heap onto her shoulders. She looks around her dark room, and then out the window. The world outside is painted in navy blue light. 

But something outside sparks her interest. A yellow orb flies around, knocking itself against the windows’ glass with a thud!

Swinging her dark little legs off the mattress and throwing her pink blankets to...

Me, You, Him, Her, and Him

For a long time ,
It was
Me and You
Against the world.
But soon enough our numbers began to grow.
It became,
Me, You, and Him.
In time it grew to,
Me, You, Him, and Her.
Then finally it was 
Me, You, Him, Her and Him.
We took the world by storm,
The five of us,
Together. 
Made sure the wind carried our names in its whisper...
Engraved the Earth with our initials...
As the waves carry our story across seas... 
But it was all in vain.
For as we found out,
Fate wasn't on our side.
Maybe this was the divine plan
All along, and we just didn't see it,
Because
He left first.
Then Her.
Then Him.
Then You.
And I found myself,
Against the world 
Alone. 

Warhead

I dream of home
And a god I can't find 
I search for raindrops 
As they fall from the sky 
They land on my face
Camouflage with my tears 
Salty and sick 
Carve scars down my cheeks 

Gun shots mingle with thunder
The arson is caused by lighting  
"Where is your God now?"
They scream into the wind 
As the drummer boy plays his tune
Our hearts beating in time
The animals run in line 
Hooves on stone adding to the song 
I long to run too
But I am not fast enough 

Alone I venture in this forsaken world 
The darkness darker than any night before 
My god has left me 
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to hold out for
Don't you see?
Dense forests and desolate plains
A war that rages on 
My body bears the burden 
And my mind is all but gone   
How I crave for a new dawn 
And a god to save...

To Become The Enemy

I wear the wolf's pelt to hide who I am underneath; 
Corse, heavy black fur smothers my fleece. 
Razor sharp teeth stained yellow, stained red , hang over my snout.
Needle like claws fit perfectly over my hooves. 
Yellow eyes strikes terror into all those who dare try to sneak a peak at my mud puddles. 
I wear the wolf's pelt to hide who I am underneath;  
A howl is more fearsome than a bleat. 

Me, You, Him, Her, and Him

For a long time ,
It was
Me and You
Against the world.
But soon enough our numbers began to grow.
It became,
Me, You, and Him.
In time it grew to,
Me, You, Him, and Her.
Then finally it was 
Me, You, Him, Her and Him.
We took the world my storm,
The five of us,
Together. 
Made sure the wind carried our names in its whisper...
Engraved the Earth with our initials...
As the waves carries our story across seas... 
But it was all in vain.
For as we found out,
Fate wasn't on our side.
Maybe this was the divine plan
All along, and we just didn't see it,
Because
He left first.
Then Her.
Then Him.
Then You.
And I found myself,
Against the world 
Alone. 

A Behind The Scenes Tour Of The Grand Dollhouse

I think one of the hardest parts of growing up,
Is realizing that not everything
Is what it seems.
For we live in dollhouses -
Our smiles painted on with thin red brush strokes.
We play a far too intense
Game of pretend,
While masking everything that we are
Underneath.

Heroes turn into villains.
And the people we used to look up to,
To be our shining stars - our northern lights,
Have fallen from the sky.
Not everyone is as kind as we thought they were. 
Or as generous as we thought they were.
Or as caring at we thought they were. 
Dads aren't always kings...
Moms not always queens...

It hurts to come to this realization - 
And to pretend that it isn't true. 
Throw our hair into curlicue pigtails,
Painting our red smiles on, 
Pretended that everything is fine for the sake of appearing perfect - 
While behind the thick mahogany walls of the pretty, little dollhouse... ...

A Behind The Scenes Tour Of The Grand Dollhouse

I think one of the hardest parts of growing up,
Is realizing hat not everything
Is what it seems.
For we live in dollhouses -
Our smiles painted on with thin red brush strokes.
We play a far too intense
Game of pretend,
While masking everything that we are
Underneath.

Heroes turn into villains.
And the people we used to look up to,
To be our shining stars - our northern lights,
Have fallen from the sky.
Not everyone is as kind as we thought they were. 
Or as generous as we thought they were.
Or as caring at we thought they were. 
Dads aren't always kings...
Moms not always queens...

It hurts to come to this realization - 
And to pretend that it isn't true. 
Throw our hair into curlicue pigtails,
Painting our red smiles on, 
Pretended that everything is fine for the sake of appearing perfect - 
While behind the thick mahogany walls of the pretty, little dollhouse... ...

Green Tea and Sweet Songs

Oh how I long to dip my toes
In the black waters of your mind
And caress your cheeks
As blue tears form in your 
Pools of green tea 

Oh how I wish to tread my fingers
Along the surface of your smooth skin  
And kiss the cold and grey concrete 
Though It tenses as I touch
Your dimples and your edges 

Oh how I yearn to bask in your voice 
Let it envelope me, wrap me entirely 
The melodic tune's sweet embrace 
Holds my trembling body tight 
Until it collapses into itself 
 

She Wished She Could Play Piano

She wished she could play piano
Release music from her fingertips 

He wished he could write 
Release words from his fingertips

She could write rhythmic waves
Beautiful words scratched on blue lines 
In red ink

He could play melodious ripples 
Beautiful sounds flying through thin air 
In invisible ink 

But she didn't value her talent 
They're only words, after all
Anyone could string a line of words 
Together 

But he didn't value his talent 
They're only keys, after all 
Anyone could string a line of notes
Together 

She wanted something different
She wanted something more
She wanted what he had

He wanted something different 
He wanted something more 
He wanted what she had 

They tried to switch places

For her to make music from her fingertips 
For him to make words from his fingertips

But words are only meant for those who watch the world
But music is only meant for those who hear the world

And she was the...

Into the Woods

The Giant of the Northern Lands

A sleeping giant 
In a field lined with snow 
He never will die
Though you'd never know

He lives far away
From slave, queen, and castle 
Alone he does stand
Never to travel 

Feet buried deep 
Beneath frozen earth
His hair falls in tassels 
Here the bird lands to perch 

The wind whispers secrets
The rain plays him songs
The giant is at peace
To the Earth he belongs 

Into the Woods

The Giant of the Northern Lands

A sleeping giant 
In a field lined with snow 
He never will die
Though you'd never know

He lives far away
From slave, queen, and castle 
Alone he does stand
Never to travel 

Feet buried deep 
Beneath frozen earth
His hair falls in tassels 
Here, the birds land and perch 

The wind whispers secrets
The rain plays him songs
The giant is at peace
To the Earth he belongs 

Salt Water Lungs

I often take my boat out to sea to engage in a little fishing. 
The waves rolling beneath my vessel and the cloudless sky above me is so big.
It brings me happiness. 
Makes me forget how sea sick I can become. 
And how I'm not very good at fishing. 
Not often will the fish bite my bait, but on the rare occasion that they do, two different things often occur.
The first being I catch the fish on the line and I hold it up high.
I watch the light shine on its iridescent scales and it's open mouth gawking.
How it longs to feel the salt again.
How it longs to feel the sea again.
But it's mine. 
That is, until it starts to smell. 
I decide to throw it's flopping body back into the water.
But not soon enough, for its body is often slightly burned.
And now it knows to never come near my boat again. ...

Your View

94 Degrees Fahrenheit

1. It's much too hot for school.
2. Never, ever, ever wear grey if you know you're going to be sweating.
3. Since we're on the topic of sweating, I'm just gonna put it out there; deodorant isn't really an option...it's mandatory.
4. Shoulders aren't provocative - let me wear my tank tops.
5. My shorts totally don't break the dress code.  6. They'll build us a new library but won't invest in an air conditioning system? Or even fans? WE NEED AIR.
7. It's painful trying to unstick my thighs from the metal chairs.
8. I don't think the water-fountain water is purified...it doesn't taste right.
9. The ever faithful black hair tie on my wrist is a must - a sticky neck calls for a ponytail. 
10. School should be dismissed for vacation already. 

Another Poorly Written Poem Regarding Loneliness

It's been five weeks since I've gone out on a Friday night
Or a Saturday night
Or a Sunday night
Or like 
At all 

I've found myself sitting alone in my room too often
Blinds shut
Door shut
Light off 
Alone 

I have a book I could be reading
An essay that needs to be written 
A bag that needs to be packed 
But I find myself instead 
Google searching "what makes someone replaceable"

My phone is drier than the Saharan desert 
No calls 
No texts 
Nothing 
At all 

Not even my best friend 
Has checked up on me 
What happened? 
Why is it like this?
I can't answer that 
 
All I do is sleep 
It's an activity for the lonely
Time passes without much thought 
As I dream of a life better than my reality 
Sleepy, solitary happiness 

But really I'm not tired 
I have the energy 
And the time to do other things
But everyone is busy ...

My Achilles' Heel

I no longer have words for what I feel
And no matter how badly I want to cry nothing seems to come
Maybe that's because it's finally starting to feel real
I've began to accept that I've been cut
That my understudy has been revealed 
 But that doesn't stop it from hurting 
Loneliness is my Achilles' heel 
You knew exactly where to cut me 
That part is still surreal 
As to why I was cut at all 

Maybe you thought I'd be unbothered, that my heart was made of steel 
But it's not even made of flesh, but origami paper 
Stomp on it once and I will never heal 

But anyway, I think that it was selfishness 
That made this nightmare real 
To save yourself the awkwardness 
You rolled me away like a wheel 

I told you how much this hurt me
You told me it wasn't a big deal 
My pain was irrelevant 
Something I must conceal

Not that...

Me, You, Him, Her, and Him

For a long time 
It was me and you
Against the world
Then our numbers started to grow
It was 
Me, you, and him
Then me, you, him, and her 
Then finally it was me, you, him, her and him
We took the world my storm
The five of us
Made sure they all knew our names 
Engraved the Earth with our initals
But fate wasn't on our side
Or maybe this was the divine plan
All along, and we just didn't see it
But he left first
Then her
Then him 
Then you
And I found myself
Against the world
Alone

The Irrational Fear of Happiness

 Iz
“3 meat, or 4 cheese, that is the question.” Erica says in all seriousness as the three of us peer into the freezer, letting the vapor pour out onto the floor.
   Danielle purses her lips before deciding, “4 cheese, definitely.” I nod in agreement.
   Erica pulls the box of frozen pizza out and brushes of the freezer burn. She slams the door shut behind her, before spinning around and putting the box on the counter. Danielle grabs the box, tearing open one side of the cardboard and pulling out the plastic covered pizza. Four high pitched beeps erupt from the oven as Erica sets it to preheat.
    From my perch on the barstool, I watch them, while absentmindedly clicking the on button of my phone. The fluorescent screen lights up each time, revealing an ever barren home screen.
    “Iz,” Erica begins as she unwraps the pizza, placing it on the center rack of the oven,“Weren't you supposed...

The Dragon Slayer Who Slew Herself

The smell of sulfur rises from the Earth
as ash settles across her paper thin skin.
Her singed hair is in tangles, knotted through and through, and her face is dirty, covered in soot. Pale fingers still grasp the hilt of her blood encrust sword and blackened shield. I pry her fingers off of the weapons...they won't be of anymore use to her. Carefully, I pick her limp body up into my arms and...I swear, oh so slightly, I can still feel her move against my chest.
She didn't have to do it. She didn't have to be a hero...but I suppose that was always her; perceived herself as stronger than she really was, smarter than she really was, faster than she really was. But she was brave, I'll give her that, so terrifyingly brave. Her little heart feared nothing, not magicians, not witches, nor vampires or even dragons, as she proved here today.
When we were both children, growing...

Prom

The dress will stay hidden in the very back of my closet
The shoes will remain unworn
And the makeup I bought especially for this 
Will continue to wear its plastic wrapping
Unused, in my bathroom

I'll wish my friends a good time
And comment on how beautiful they are
All done up and dolled up
And I'll try not to cry when I see the pictures
Of them and their handsome dates

I'll smile throughout the day
And say "Oh it's fine,
I didn't really want to go anyway!"
But anyone can see the forlorn look in my eye
And hear the sadness in my sigh

To be invited
Then uninvited
Is an awfully cruel thing to do to a girl 
Especially when there's an unforeseen breakup in the midst
Especially when she already bought the dress

I wanted to dance like no one was watching
And sing like no one could hear
With him and my beautiful friends...

A Certain Kind Of Immortality

I hope that one day 
Someone will use my heart
To keep their chest beating

I hope that one day 
Someone will use my eyes
To see the world in new light

And I hope that one day 
The pieces of me become scattered about this mystical world

A strong bone to hold up a body of wonder
A strong lung to breathe in a fresh breath of air 

I hope that my blood 
One day pulses through another persons' veins 
Saving their life
Preserving mine 

I hope that my heart will never stop beating 
I hope that my eyes never stop seeing 
I hope that my bones never fail 
And that my lungs don't become useless

I wish to be recycled and I wish to never die 
If I ever can't live my own life, I wish to live one through someone else's sigh 

The Ghost That Isn't Really Dead

To You and my Rocks, 

I'm here, alone, on a Friday night, drinking cold coffee and eating Cheez-Its by the handful. In contrast with the coffee, the tears that swell in my eyes are hot. They blur the luminescent screen of my phone, before dropping down my cheeks.

Social Media makes it possible to spy on other people. You immortalize your nonstop life for everyone to see...and I tried my hardest to avoid it, but I happened to stumble upon it anyway. 

Recently, I've been thinking that ignorance is bliss, because at least if I were blind to what was going on, I wouldn't have to see and wonder how easily your life could continue without me. 

So let's hear it - What did make it so easy to continue on without me? Was I really that replaceable? Was the sound of my voice and my laughter so ordinary that you found someone new to fill the dead air just...

The Ghost That Isn't Really Dead

To You and my Rocks, 

I'm here, alone, on a Friday night, drinking cold coffee and eating Cheez-Its by the handful. In contrast with the coffee, the tears that swell in my eyes are hot. They blur the luminescent screen of my phone, before dropping down my cheeks.

Social Media makes it possible to spy on other people. You immortalize your nonstop life for everyone to see...and I tried my hardest to avoid it, but I happened to stumble upon it anyway. 

Recently, I've been thinking that ignorance is bliss, because at least if I were blind to what was going on, I wouldn't have to see and wonder how easily your life could continue without me. 

So let's hear it - What did make it so easy to continue on without me? Was I really that replaceable? Was the sound of my voice and my laughter so ordinary that you found someone new to fill the dead air just ...

The Lighthouse

She was my lighthouse 
My angel in the dark
Saved me from the horrid waves
Saved me from the sharks 

She was my lighthouse 
Tall and proud did she stand 
Ruling over rocky cliffs
Ruling over sand 

She was my lighthouse 
Her light emitted through fog 
Guiding me back home
Guiding me to God

She was my lighthouse 
Until that night when her light went out 
I couldn't see a thing
I couldn't find my rout 

She was my lighthouse 
Until I collided into her neck of stone 
She let out a sheik
She let out a groan

She was my lighthouse
Until she betrayed me in the dark
My body sunk in water
My body devoured by sharks 
 

'Accepting' and 'Embracing'

You fell in love with me at face value
My curves and my edges  

You liked the words I said
The things that made me 
"Not like the other girls" 

You liked the things I did 
To make you feel love
To make you feel like a man 
To make you feel like you finally had a best friend

But as soon as my skin was peeled away 
And my delicate flesh was reveled 
You didn't know what to do 

I couldn't always be as okay
Or as happy 
Or as confident
As I was in the beginning 

I tried to turn to you 
Hoping you'd accept these parts of me too 
And you did accept them 
But you never did embraced them

I fell in love with you at face value too
But unlike you
I fell in love with your hell too

I liked the words you said to me
And the way you made me feel...

Strip Me Of Everything That's Human

My bones don't belong in the skin they call home 
And my tongue doesn't quite fit in my mouth
I pull my fingernails off one by one
My dark red blood drips south 

My heart is trapped by a cage made of bone 
And my eyes have become quite blind
I pull my hair out strand by strand 
My broken fingers entwined 

It Hurts, Yet It Feels So Good

We're all just human
With a little too much on our minds
Alcohol in our veins
Smoke in our lungs
Fat on our thighs
Lies on our tongues
Stars in our eyes
Trying to make sense of the 
Things that spark us to life 
And the things that put out our flames
And why too often
They tend to be the exact same thing 

Nostalgia and Fiction Makes the Whole World Blind

I don't fucking miss you!
Not the way you held my hand
Stroking my knuckles with your thumb 
Raving about how soft my skin was

I don't fucking miss you!
Not the way you played with my hair
Running your fingers through it
Raving about how it looked like caramel in the sun

I don't fucking miss you!
Not the way you laughed until you cried
Tilting your head back to the sky
Raving about how funny my jokes were

I don't fucking miss you!
Not the way you showed me off
Taking on the world together, you and I 
Raving to everyone about how perfect I was

I don't fucking miss you!
Not the way it felt to be in your arms
Feeling the warmth of each other's love 
Raving about how our hearts would beat in time 

...

I don't fucking miss you
Not the way you never gave me the time of day
Making me feel like...

Letting Go and the Untangling Of Roots

We lost each other in the dawn of spring
Our bodies defrosted from the winters' snow
All around us, the birds began to sing
And the sky wore the sun like a halo

The halo rivaled the glow of your amber eyes
That once granted me a certain warmth, and a home 
But now they only send shivers down my spine 
Unable to even look at you, with my eyes of grey stone

The warm wind came in waves
Sending my dead quills to the ground 
All these pieces of me buried in unmarked graves 
As you watched safely from a distance, not making a sound 

Evergreens don't die, at least that's what they say,
But winter took its toll, not even love could save the day

If Only I Could Start My Own Fire

The awful storm seems to bear too much
As frozen tears cut at my will to live
I've never been so horribly angry 
At someone I'm so willing to forgive 

Why would she give him the lantern
And guide him so carefully though the dark?
She knew I was afraid of the wolves 
She knew I had lost my spark 

Before she left, I whispered to her all my fears
And told her how my heart had bleed so much
But she dismissed these to the frozen wind 
While I had lost all sense of touch 

As the snow continued to fall
My blackened body began to go numb
She told me she'd be back
I waited eons for her to come 

The evergreens no longer granted me comfort 
But that story is for another poem
The wolves, they began to close in 
Trying to scare me out of their home

After a forever and a day of waiting
She...

Hand Holding and the Tangling of Roots

We found each other in the dead of winter
Our bodies were strong like an evergreen
But sometimes in the wind, we would shiver 
Yearning a warmth other than kerosene 

Lanterns did light our path, we saw each other 
Through shadow and cold that swallowed us whole
You radiated a warmth that felt like summer
A fire that could burn without black coal

You granted me shelter, granted me warmth
I granted you stories, granted you love 
As the winter storms persisted north 
We held hands, watching the changing sky above 

Evergreens don't die, together we stay 
Watching snow fall, lanterns and the Milky Way 

Turned to Stone

Hide And Seek

She let out an animalistic sob, wrapping her own arms around her shaking body. All around her the voices are yelling, shrieking, screaming into her ear. She thought she could outrun them. She thought that if she left Scottsville and moved into a new home, in a new town, in a new state, they would leave her alone. But she was wrong. They found her.
As the demonic voices grow louder and louder, the girl's sobs grow louder and louder - a competition of the terrible. Until suddenly, everything becomes muffled and a dull ringing echoes in her ears, taking place of the shrieks. Her eyes, blurry from hot tears, open wide as she reaches up to her face and brushes sweat soaked hair away from her ears and touches them gently. Blood coats her trembling fingertips. 

I Need A Muse

I haven't been able 
To write a decent poem 
In months 
All I do is write 
Incomplete thoughts
In a choppy 
Unrhythmic 
Style
And throw in a couple
Of rhyming words
Like 
Stone
Cone
Foam
That really have 
No connection between each other
And it sucks
Because I'm struggling
And writing is my outlet
It's how I deal with 
My pain
But nothing will come
Except for a few 
Random phrases
That I cannot fit together
And it's killing me
I need to write
So here I am
Writing a bad poem
About how I can't write

The Sky Cries With Me

 It rained all day today. I guess it was fitting, though I hoped for clear skies. 

This wasn't the comforting kind of rain - the kind you hear rhythmically tapping the roof of your house, giving you an excuse to stay home and binge watch Netflix in your favorite pajamas. This rain was cold and relentless and unforgiving. It wouldn't even help disguise the tears that fell from my eyes. 

Everything was grey and blurred and almost surreal. But the drops that felt like bullets on my skin drove in new ideas and revelations that stung when they hit, but ultimately opened my eyes to a reality I tried to suppress before. 

That is until seemingly ancient pieces of the past were dug up. For a moment they gave me a sliver of hope that the future I wanted could possibly still become real. Maybe that missing puzzle piece was found and everything could be put back together again. 

Though...

Of Myth and Nature

The trees they dance
with the wind
The fairies chime in
as they sing
The wolf he howls
across the land 
As the dragon tells 
her stories

The waves they crash
against the sand 
The mermaids plea
they wish to stand 
The bird she flies
across the sky
As the man bids farewell
to his children 

I Messed Up

I'm terrified of what the outcome of all of this will be
My fate now lies in the hands of those who are angry with me
For I have made a dreadful mistake 
One which might not be easily forgiven 
I lost self control 
I didn't know my own limit 
I embarrassed those who meant the most to me 
I embarrassed myself 
Now the whole world is angry with me 
And rightfully so 
Rightfully so 
But you see I didn't mean it 
An honest mistake 
But that probably doesn't matter 
My excuses don't matter
And all my apologies still hang in stagnant air 
But I swear they are true
My words are not empty
I don't expect forgiveness
I just need them to understand
How sorry I truly am 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

Zodiac Skies

Zodiac skies and ocean waves that crest
Caressing the warm sands
A mother stands 
Baby pressed against Mother's breast
Rests within borderlands 

Light radiates onto Mother's pale back

Zodiac skies and a family so bold
Behold! A father's love for his eldest son
A love stronger than the fires of the sun
But as it is told, the son felt cold
A heart of gold...for none 

Plunges a knife into Father's pale back

Zodiac skies and blood stained stone
Manifesto! His words so dreaded
Mother's beheaded 
Father lets out a dying groan, Son takes the royal throne
Alone...darkness embedded 

Evil drips down Son's pale back 

Thoughts from an Over Heated Student

Maybe this is Armageddon
Hellfire drawing near
As the sun inches closer to the earth
It's gotta be

Never before have my elbows sweat
My thighs stick to the metal seats 
I wish I had a hair tie
The nape of my neck is drenched 

She just keeps talking
Oh my god
No one's even listening
No one even cares

I can feel the water beading on my forehead  

I wish she'd open the windows
The glass is magnifying the heat
It's like a damn green house in here

I definitely have back sweat
Staining my grey shirt
Why the hell did I wear a grey shirt?

I crave air-condition 
Or at least an electric fans
Maybe a spray bottle too

The sky is completely cloudless 
The sun
Is so close

The blacktop outside is scorching I bet 

I wonder when it will happen 
Ya know, when will we be engulfed in the suns rays?

I hope it's soon
...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition

Zodiac Skies

Zodiac skies and ocean waves that crest
Caressing the warm sands
A Mother stands 
Baby pressed against Mother's breast
Rests within borderlands 

Light radiates onto Mother's pale back

Zodiac skies and a family so bold
Behold! A father's love for his eldest son
A love stronger than the fires of the sun
But as it is told, the son felt cold
A heart of gold...for none 

Plunges a knife into Father's pale back

Zodiac skies and blood stained stone
Manifesto! His words so dreaded
Mother's beheaded 
Father lets out a dying groan, Son takes the royal throne
Alone...darkness embedded 

Evil drips down Son's pale back 

For Mom

I hope one day to possess your patience 
To see a situation completely through 
And I hope one day to posses your courage 
To do things people don't always do

You brought me into this world
With patience and courage and love 
And continue to show me its magic 
The vast land, the ocean, and the blue sky above

You've shown me things 
Not everyone will have a chance to see
Taught me lessons
On how to be the best person I can be

I know I don't always say it
But I appreciate you more than you know
Without you i'd be lost
My North Star, you're the footprints I follow in the snow

Of Myth and Nature

The trees
 They dance with the wind
The fairies 
Chime in as they sing
The wolf
He howls across the land 
As the dragon tells 
Her stories

The waves
They crash against the sand 
The mermaids plea
They wish to stand 
The bird
She flies across the sky
As the man says farewell
To his children 

Synchronized Sounds

And On That Night She Fortold A Prophecy

Shaking, sweaty, salty skin
Silent Sunday's secret sin
Broken, beaten, buried beggar
Blinded, blathered, biased bearer 
Crimson canvas coated clothes
Cosmic Creator crying woe 
Wailing Whisper's worthless wisdom 
Weakened, wilted, Wretch's vision  
 

Medicine Won't Help - I'm Not Sure Anything Will

I am diseased in the head
It makes its way up through my hair
Splitting the strand
Burrowing in through the root

It's not what you think 
It isn't caused by little mites 
But by my eyes 
And too much alone time
Stress related
It's become a painful habit
That I haven't been able to shake 

I am diseased in the head 
It makes its way up through my hair
My fingertips are calloused
And my scalp is bloody 
 

Summer Before Senior Year

Maybe theres a way 
To feel like this forever
Barely seventeen
New license in hand
Mom's old minivan 
An open road in front of you
Your girl sitting in the seat next to you
Singing along to the song
That blares from the old radio

Free
But never really free
No place to be
And yet there are shackles 
On our wrists and ankles 
Road bound 
Home bound
No place to be 
 

Beyond Reason

To Whom Can I Confess?

Can the truths that the winds 
reveal be trusted?
Or is it all a game of telephone?
Which begs the question - 
Can the winds be trusted
to know our truths? 
Can I stand in a field 
and confess my fears
without the fear
of the wind telling the trees? 
 

The Truth I'm Afraid to Admit

What would you do
If I admitted to you
That I don't love you the way that I did?
Would it tear you apart?
Put a whole in your heart?
To know that the feeing is gone?

How would you deal 
If I told you how I feel 
About the real me and you?
It was fun while it lasted
But now it's part of the past and 
The feeling is completely gone

I've Invested in a Pair of Rose-Tinted Glasses

I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm done waiting for this magical someday that I keep hoping for. Because who the hell knows if someday will be any better than this day? The future isn't set in stone, and most definitely that stone was never promised to be a diamond. I had no right to ever think that it was. I see now, that I must be content with the little moments of happiness, anything that makes me smile. Because life is so goddamn temporary, nothing ever stays and nothing ever lasts forever...and once this, the today, is gone, I'm going to miss it. Maybe not now, maybe not in 10 years, but one day I will miss the now - the way it felt to feel young, and infinite and immortal. 
Life isn't always good; sometimes it hurts like hell. But it's the times when your heart feels so swollen with love that makes the times...

WILD

The Spiders that Crawl in her Hair

A wild look in her hazel eyes
A savage twitch in her brow

She smells like wet earth 
She speaks like thunder
She moves like a rushing waterfall 
She feels like a smooth leaf 

Her edges, sharp like the rapids
Her curves, soft like the hills 

Came like lighting
Gone like waves 

Never ceases to run
Never ceases to fall 

A constant cycle
Of good and bad
A monster 
Of good and bad 
A child 
Of the earth
A child
Of the moon

Of the stars
Of the trees

And the grass 
And the dew
And the spiders that crawl in her hair 

Eschaton (The End Time)

I opened my eyes one day
To find myself wandering
Through a Canyon of Chaos
A Canyon of Despair
With no notion 
Of how I got there

There was no clear spiral
Of downhill events
No tidal wave of thoughts 
No tornado of the heart 
And yet the ground still split apart

An abyss
Into the mist
Into the world beneath the ground
I've fallen and lost my crown 
I think I'm starting to drown
 But there is no water 

Only dusty air and frigid shadow
And this world is no longer hallow 

Everyday Art, Everyday Beauty

I dig my thumb into the skin 
Cutting it through and pulling up
Peeling it off the fruit 
Exposing the flesh 
Letting the juice spill out onto my hand
It feels sticky 
I let the peels fall to the floor
As I separate the fruit into 
Bite size pieces
The air is pungent with sweet aroma
I pop one into my mouth
Translucent skin breaks 
Flooding my mouth with a citrus flavor 
Tastebuds quiver and my mouth stings  

Of Myth and Nature

The trees
 They dance with the wind
The fairies 
Chime in as they sing
The wolf
He howls across the land 
As the dragon tells 
Her stories

The waves
They crash against the sand 
The mermaids plea
They wish to stand 
The bird
She flies across the sky
As the man says goodbye
To his children 

A Lover's Plea

I fell hard
And I fell fast
Dear god
Please let this last 
I like you more than you know
But then again
You know more than
You show

I'm scared I'm gonna muck this up
Do somthing to scare you 
Run short on my luck 
And I'm sure you're scared of the same
Neither of us want any lasting pain 

Only lasting love
That'll free us like a captive dove 
A dove released from a cage
Our ribcage 
Which protects our fluttering hearts

This cage is opened wide
The latch undone on the side
And this dove has landed on my shoulder
Next to the heart I have stitched to my sleeve 
Please don't ever leave
I whispered to this dove 

Happiness is what I long
I swear you're not just a pawn
In this game of catch and fall
I'd never let you fall 
As long as you protect my fragile heart 
Never let it shatter 
Or ever...

Remnants Of Home

I don't know where I've gone
When the mountains don't sing songs
And the sky doesn't cry 
When the ancient bear dies 
Where the pine trees don't grow tall
And the snow doesn't fall 
I don't know where I've gone
But I know I won't be long 
I need the stars to shine when the daylight is gone
And I need to hear the songs of the mountains

Life's Rights and The Simple Necessities

I hope you find what you're looking for -
A soulmate.
A friend.
Just someone to stand by your side,
Until the very end.

And I hope you find that melody -
You can remember from the start.
And I hope you find the courage,
To sing it from the mountain tops.

Winds

A lost love
In the thunderstorm of time
I forever thought
That you'd be mine 
But the winds began to brew
And the clouds began to stew 
Our entwined fingers 
Lost each other
In the fray
I wished you stayed 
Blown away 
Blown away 

Eschaton (The End Time)

I woke up one day
To find myself wandering
Through a Canyon of Chaos
A Canyon of Despair
With no notion 
Of how I got there

There was no clear spiral
Of downhill events
No tidal wave of thoughts 
No tornado of the heart 
And yet the ground still split apart

An abyss
Into the mist
Into the world beneath the ground
I've fallen and lost my crown 
I think I'm starting to drown
 But there is no water 

Only dusty air and frigid shadow
And this world is no longer hallow 

Broken Girl Anthem

Verse 1
--------
They will try to bring you down
Be your personal rain cloud 
Make you climb a bigger mountain
Then you ever dreamt possible 
They will cancel your plans
Spill water on your map
Until your lost with no sense of direction 

Refrain 
---------
They'll be jealous
They'll hate you 
Only 'cause you're being you 
You're eveything they ever wanted to be 
So they'll rip you apart 
At the seams

Chorus
--------
Even the sun sets in paradise
Even the moon has a dark side
Broken girl you'll be alright
Just don't give up
You'll win this fight
You're worth so much more than you can see
You can be 
Whoever you wanna be  
Broken girl you'll be alright
Broken girl you'll win this fight

Verse 2
---------
Their is no fire to hot for you
Their is no ocean too deep
You can take back 
What they took from you
Their is no deadline to meet  ...

I've Invested in a Pair of Rose-Tinted Glasses

I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm done waiting for this magical someday that I keep hoping for. Because who the hell knows if someday will be any better than this day? The future isn't set in stone, and most definitely that stone was never promised to be a diamond. I had no right to ever think that it was. I see now, that I must be content with the little moments of happiness, anything that makes me smile. Because life is so goddamn temporary, nothing ever stays and nothing ever lasts forever...and once this, the today, is gone, I'm going to miss it. Maybe not now, maybe not in 10 years, but one day I will miss the now - the way it felt to feel young, and infinite and immortal. 
Life isn't always good; sometimes it hurts like hell. But it's the times when your heart feels so swollen with love that makes the times...

Names, Names, Names

The Birth of Something New


A breakfast joint - Scrambled 

A new smartphone - Einstein 

An eyeglasses store - Spectacles   

A dog pound - Pick-A-Pup

A highway - Great Valley Highway 

An island resort - Solitude Falls 

A new constellation - Silentio Gratiam

A pet polar bear - Clause 

A nail polish color - Apricot Swirl 

A new butterfly species - Copper Spotted  Empress 

Night Vision

The night is full of beating hearts
And music 
So loud, so intense 
Beat after beat
A rhythmic language 
That hides no secrets 

The night is full of lovers
Entangled in each other's grips 
Becoming one
Hearts combined
Hands intwined  

The night is full of the lonely
Lying awake, spread across an empty bed 
Skin crawling
Craving the touch of another 
Tears carve down flushed cheeks 
Tears for the missed 

The night is full of artists 
Their muse being the crickets
Darkened sky
Illuminated by tconstellations 
Inspired by stories 
Archaic and anew 
That the cold night 
Breaths to life



 

The Birth of Something New

A breakfast joint - Scrambled 

A new smartphone - Einstein 

An eyeglasses store - Framework 

A dog pound - Pick-A-Pup

A highway - Valley Deep Highway 

An island resort - Solitude Falls 

A new constellation - Solaris Gratiae 

A pet polar bear - Ice   

A nail polish color - Apricot Swirl 

A new butterfly species - Dragonheart 

The Birds

And I got all this power 
Boiling up inside of me 
And I can't help but scream 
And scream and scream 
And their's nothing good in this life no more 
All anybody seems to do is let each other down 
Let go of each other hands 
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as their dads walk out the door 
Buildings crash to the floor 

And all the birds 
Fly away 
In a cloud 
of blackened haze 
From the field 
They emancipate 
From their rusted chains 

I can't help but listen to their words 
Listen to the politicians speak about our corrupted world 
But nobody seems to do a thing 
Only complain about the things that we can change 
Shout about religion and color and preference and pain 
Refusing to see that all humans are built the same 

War surrounds our tiny towns 
Poverty is the mayors name 
They say that lack of education is the one to blame 
But...

Farewell's Lament

And I 
don't know
How I'm expected to go?
Whether I 
Should say goodbye? 
Or just close my eyes
And leave without you?

Would this 
Stop my heart 
From breaking into two?
For I 
Oh, I 
Am in love with you 

The pain
That hides in my eyes
Streams down in stinging tears 
And my heart
Tears apart 
At the thought of leaving you 

But you 
Told me to go 
To leave behind this forsaken place 
Unfold my wings
And take flight 
Without you 

 

The Peace of Wild Things

A Place From My Past

The warmth of my bed,
The hearth as it roars,
A place to rest my weary head, 
It's a cliche, of course - 
But where else am I supposed to find comfort,
Than the home in which I've grown?

An adventurer at heart,
I can travel for days on end,
But the world wages war,
The rain never ceases to pour - 
Where am I to find comfort,
If not behind closed doors? 
 

Novel Writing Competition

Phantasm

    She awakes, panting, breathless. Loud, breathy gasps escape her lips in an effort to inflate her crushed lungs with air. Her bloodshot eyes are full of hot tears, about to overflow onto flushed cheeks. Natalie heaves in, then out, in, then out, until finally she can breathe somewhat normal again. She places her hand over her heart - it's beating far too fast for someone who was just sleeping. It pounds like a war drum.
    Attempting to rid herself of the blur that impairs her vision, Natalie uses the back of her small hand to rub her eyes. This only causes more salty, stinging tears to carve streaks down her face. But she isn’t crying out of sadness – fear is what causes her eyes to leak, and bones to ache. Fear...and the intense feeling that she is lost. But...no...Natalie's not lost. She’s still in her bedroom, situated exactly the way she left it before heading to bed the night...

Why I Write

The Spaces Between Wor(l)ds

I write to release the ghosts.
The ghosts of my ancient soul, and the apparitions that lie in the mist ahead.
I write to immortalize the past.
Everything that happened, and everything you said to me.
I write to create a haven, a safe place.
Away from the jurisdiction and ridicule of all those who do not understand. 
I write to reveal the truth.
What it all really meant, who you were behind the mask.
I write to fulfill my dream of fantasy.
To live a life not accessible to anyone content with reality.
I write to make sense of this godforsaken world.
And I write to create new ones...
I write to be a hero.
I write to save myself. 

Because Of You

I think you broke me
I used to feel so deeply
Everything so deeply

Used to love with a love as strong as a summer storm
Used to hate with the power of a volcano
Used to laugh with the might of a dragon's roar 

But now I only feel the surface 
The tip of a hidden ice burg
Submerged in black waters 
I don't hate like I used to
Don't laugh as hard as I did
Haven't loved 
Haven't cried 
Stone faced
Hardened heart

Maybe you taught me that not everything deserves so much passion 
So much gas and so much fuel 
But I am a person of feeling
I would rather experience the worst kind of pain
Than feel nothing at all 

But of course
Pain is not what I want 
I want to feel love 
I want to love again
I want to find love after you
I want to prove to myself 
That love after you exists  ...

Guilt and Confusion

Was it rape?
At first I said no
Than yes
Then no
Then yes again 
Was it rape?
You pushed onto me 
Pressured me to take it
You knew I didn't want it
Was it rape?
Obligation took over
I wanted to make you happy
But I wasn't happy
You knew I wasn't happy
Was it rape?
You knew
And yet you were relentless 
Selfish
You didn't take 'no' for an answer
I didn't want to make you mad
So I said yes
Was it rape?
I said no
Then yes
Then no
Then yes again...
A lie...
...But a yes
Was it rape? 

High Treason

She's a monster of her own creation
Secretive
Jealous
A committer of high treason
Against us 
The only ones to pick her up when she fell down
Went against everything we ever stood for
Everything we believed
Where's her humility?
Where's her sense?
And now she's alone
Deserving of a traitors death
Pushed into exile
Lost the only people who ever loved her
She crossed the line this time
A monster of her own creation 

The Messiah

A glimmering outline
A sparkling silhouette 
A Redeemer is born
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night 
Released by the divine 
To the save us from Acheron 
A personal hell 
A communal torture  
The great liberator 
Of the human condition
Release us of this great misery
Of life and death
Drinking from Lethe 
A glimmering outline
A sparkling silhouette 
The Messiah is born 
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night 

Rebirth

The devil dances inside her soul
But an angel she appears to be
Her eyes go black as she realizes the facts
Of who she's supposed to be 

Intuition

A tremor in my heart
A knot in my stomach
That look in your eyes tells me something's not right
The sigh in your breath
You're slow little steps
The slur in your voice tells me something's not right 

Blinded

We were so in love
Or something like that

A question of innocence
Or something like that

Toxic kisses; a warm embrace 
Lies upon lies 
A sweet prison of lies

Nothing but love
Or something like that

Love, love, love
...Or whatever that was

The Begining of Somthing that Later Ruined my Life

    My first kiss was in the basement of the mall near my town. It was with a boy who would later become my first love. 

I still remember the old sweatshirt I was wearing, and that my hair was thrown back in a simple ponytail, and the strong sense of fear and nervousness still resinates with me...I couldn't even look this boy in the eye. Every time he tried to hold me, I would giggle and pull away. 

We were both each other's first kisses, but for some reason he was so much more confident than I. I remember my cheeks turning a bright shade of rose and him just smiling and telling me to close my eyes...I listened. I can still feel his hands on my face and his chest against mine and his smell filling my nose. 

Even to this day, the scent of his cologne still lingers on my skin. No matter how hard I...

The Ice Age

Frost touches every aspect of who we were
But that was expected I suppose
For a bitter winter always follows the heat of summer
And brings us frost bitten toes 
 

Arcanum of Crickets

A shadow of grey has taken over the world
And the crickets no longer sing
The arcana of the truth has been locked away 
In the chest of the forbidden universe
The otherworldly netherworld   
An inferno of the past 
An inferno of the future 
A necropolis of all  
A key thrown into the sky 
The grey, grey sky 
And the crickets no longer sing 

The Results

Our brains are just grenades 
A countdown into the inevitable
Trip the trigger 
Do it, I dare you 
The result is uncanny 
To anything you've ever seen before
Sometimes we explode
Implode - collapsing into our selves
Sometimes we fall in love 
Blasted, blasted love

Inventory

Connecting The Dots

An abandoned car was found parked near the bridge on Weber Road. The battery is dead, but a single keys is still resting in the ignition. It is believed to have belonged to the missing person, Magdalena Von Zaailor of Cochem, Germany. 
Detectives have decided to take a closer look at the vehicle, trying to uncover its story:

- A pack of Marlboro Cigaraettes has been found on the passenger seat. Eight of the twenty are missing. 

- A simple, white envelope lay facedown on the floor of the backseat. It is addressed to a 'Santiago Capris', in a dark, calligraphy style. It has not been open. 

- A blue flannel lay in a ball on the floor of the drivers side, next to the gas peddle. It reeks of urine. 

- A black and white, marble composition notebook sits in the glove compartment. It is well-worn and well-written in. It is written in blue ink, and the handwriting is...

Struggles and Starvation

Yesterday he blindly wrote with his soul
Dragged his words through his inspiration and his aspiration
Alone through the darkness, nothing he despised more than desolate hours
He saw the lashes he wrote with his words
In the bitterest of midnights

1 Photo, 20 Words

For The Nonbelievers

They have said that magic isn't real
But the brain!
The sky!
Just look up 
Look within 
Magic is real 

The Nightmares You Gave Me

In my greatest time of need
You promised you would never leave
But you were the one who caused this
Now I’m just a carcass
An empty shell of a person
It’s beginning to worsen

And I can hardly breath
1...2...3...
And I can hardly see
1...2...3...
On the count of three
1...2...3...
Cock..Pop..Blow

And now I'm laying on the ground
Velvet blood spills all around
My head is pounding like a heartbeat
Why do I still have a heartbeat?
I should be up with the angels
What happened to my morals?

And now look at me
4...5...6…
I must be really sick
4...5...6…
When I count to six
4...5...6…
Maybe you’ll walk in the door

And this is all because of you
Must have had a guru
Drove me to this madness
It’s become your habit
Maybe now you’ll see
What you did to me

This is my nightmare
But I’m not in my nightwear
Wish that I could...

Universal Knowledge

The Rhythm of the Heart

The rhythm a heart beats too can reveal so many secrets - you can try to hide it all behind a blank, emotionless face, but our hearts all beat the same language. 

My Blizzard


He was the snow
And I was the mountain
He came to me one night
And decided to settle down

At first it was cold
and Unfamiliar
But the way he laid across me
Like a huge blanket across my earth
I didn't mind it

He was very good at conversations
And very good at giving cold kisses   
Always told me I was beautiful
Despite the fact that he covered me up
He said it was to keep me warm
I was still frost bitten
But I didn't mind
Because he bit me out of love

But then one day
I awoke
And he was gone
And I didn't recognized who I was
My waterfalls flowed heavier than they ever did before
My earth was completely saturated
All the life that had called me home
Left
And I was left an empty rock

He had covered me up so well
Morphed who I was beneath
I didn't know who...

History Alive

The Maiden of Olde Orleans

Circle 'round me ye friend and foe
I have a story thou shouldst know
From the ancient land of human monst'rs does it derive
A young wench hath heard voices from the sky 
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

During the time at which war waged wild
A little child with her pious smile
Heavenly voices told her to drive out the English foes
And to wear sir's robes so nobody knows
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

With hair chopp'd short the lady rode out to the palace
Bringing f'rth news only a messag'r of God would know
Promising the rest'ration of pow'r to the king of France
The lady was the virgin to save all of the land
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

The lady hath asked of the king to lend her the army 
Donn'd in white and a h'rse of white the wench began her journey
To leadeth those folk to fusty olde Orleans
Leadeth her battles she...

Enumeration

8 Confessions from the Bottom of a Swimming Pool


1.      Don't call me morbid, but I hope this is what death feels like.
2.      I swear I'm not a masochist, but the weight on my chest and the pressure in my ears is almost comforting.
3.      It's not like I'm trying to avoid responsibility or anything, but I can't hear them calling my name above the surface and it's nice to be hidden from sight.
4.      I'm not transabled, but my lack of senses just feels...right.
5.      I've never been high so I don't really know, but I think I might be hallucinating. I see so many colors swirling around me.
6.      I'm not psychotic, but I like the way reality is altered down here. 
7.     Telling time has never been my strong suit, but I feel like I’ve been submerged forever.
8.      I'm definitely not suicidal, but I'm not sure I’m ever going to come up.

The Good, The Bad, and The Inbetween

There will be hours that feel like minutes
And then there will be minutes that feel like hours
And there will be days where you'll wish it would all be over
And then there will be days where you'll wish it would never end

On these days you won't realize
How temporary everything is
The good, the bad, and the inbetween 
Will never last too long

It sure is depressing 
To think that the sun will set on the good days and the moon will rise and bring forth the night
But it's comforting to know
That the moon will set and the night will wither and the bad will evaporate in the heat of the morning sun 

Either way, you have to cherish every moment
The good, the bad, and the inbetween 
Because every moment will shape you
Toss you and turn you and bruise you head to toe 
But in the end, bathe you in gold and light 
And...

'If You Love Them, Let Them Go'

I'll be the first to admit that we had some good times 
And that for a long while we grew side by side 
But the nights have grown longer
And the days have grown darker
And I think this is where we should end 

I'll always speak of you kindly
Never exposing your flaws
And your secrets will always be secrets
That I can swear by the law 

I hope that one day you make it to the Olympics
And medal gold in whatever sport you try next
I hope you open up that resturant we always talked about
Even if I'm not your head chef

I'll always be silently cheering you on
And always hoping for the best
You're a fire cracker - once lit you can't be contained 
Never knowing what's coming next

We wanted different things in life
My air was stagnant, while yours blew in from the west
But that doesn't mean I loved you any...

10 Second Essays

Realizations of the Third Eye

1.      Are we broken or only broken in?
2.      Sometimes bad decisions bring about happy endings.
3.      Never let the same person hurt you more than twice.
4.      One pair of shoes is better than none.
5.      Every person you meet will teach you a lesson. Be willing to learn.
6.      Sometimes, life doesn’t work out the way you hoped it would.
7.      Even our shadows abandon us in our darkest moments. We have to be our own heroes.
8.      You missed that bus for a reason today.
9.      Not everyone deserves to be forgiven, do they?
10.   Just because she's pretty, doesn't mean you aren't.
11.   Theirs’s a difference between tough love and mean.
12.   Trials and tribulations will test you...don't give in.

Flash Fiction Competition

The 2%

No one plans on getting pregnant at sixteen. No one plans anything at sixteen!  We're just running through life -the lights of the real world blinding us, emotions hitting us like a wall, being tempted by the devil, himself.
In comparison to anything else we could have been doing, sex wasn't the worst.
Theoretically, it shouldn't have had the power to kill us...but it did. It killed any remainder of our childhood.
Goddamn, it's not fair! We loved each other beyond words...and tried to be safe...we tried so hard...
The box promised it was effective 98% of the time.

Poetry Came To Me

Poetry came to me 
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep 
But morning was a long ways off

Poetry came to me
As I walked alone through locker-lined hallways
Headphones resting in deaf ears
As deafening music filled my brain
Blocking out the noise of the ignorant and the simple minded
Words rolleing off rough fingertips
And into the bright screen that rests in my rough hands

Poetry came to me
When I met my first love
And when I lost him too
Through all the scary firsts and the even scarier lasts
And the beautiful story that took place in between 
Immortalized in ink on lines of blue 

Poetry came to me 
When death took her soul 
Too late to say goodbye 
To early to say hello
Every last word and thought
Lingering in stagnant air

Poetry came to me
When...

180

Writer's Block

When he broke her ceramic heart
He severed the dam that held her emotions in 
And they all came pouring out 
Flooding her fingers
Her tongue and her mind 
And she released them on paper
One after another, after another
The words would tremble out of her shaking hands 
As tear drops smudged the red ink 
But recently she has found that she no longer can write
Even this poem she finds difficult to muster
Words don't come easy anymore
Her inspiration is gone
Maybe that's how she knows that she's moved on
Her well of watery sadness and thought and regret and feeling has dried up 
Before, the water was poisioned
Laced with bits and pieces of him
But now, she's grown immune to the blight
She has nothing left to say 
And maybe that's okay
But poetry and prose were her lifeline 
Her floatation device  
Now she has nothing to lean on, nothing to write 
Her ink...

The Dark Side

You know you hit rock bottom
When you don't eat
Can't sleep
The light burns low
And home doesnt feel like home

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee, that is. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they...

Intoxicated

Six months had past
When I suddenly recived a call
3:30 am, 6 minutes did it last 
He told me couldn't stand it all 

He missed me
He loved me
He always did
Always would  

His words slurred 
And his breath was heavy 
Intoxicated by alcohol 
And who knows what else 
I told him to hang up the call
So he did 

I knew it was only drunken words 
No meaning 
He didn't know what he was saying
But a part of me wondered 
If what he said was true 

And if they were
Maybe I would admit to still loving him too
 

Letter Writing Competition

The Homestead

Dear Ida Jo,

My golly, things sure have changed since you left sleepy, little Independence. New people arrive every day, opening up new shops 'n' saloons, 'n' there’s even a post office now, which means I can finally send you a letter! And guess what Ida - they began to build a railroad track on the outskirts of town! I reckon you’ve seen plenty of locomotives since you left here, but I’ve never seen one before... Who would ever have thought that anyone would want to connect a miniscule frontier town like Independence to the rest of the country?
 I've begun to teach over at the old school house - the one we used to attend over by Granger Gulliver's pond. Sometimes, when the students are out eating their lunches 'n' playing in the yard, I stand in the doorway of the school house, watching their little bodies burn under the shining sun. I try to imagine us out there...

Wings of Icarus

    It started out like a dream, like a goal inaccessible by anyone else. The words were dipped in sugar and the kisses tasted like honey. We held hands like we’d never let go and our hugs were the closest we’ve ever been to home. Promises were always kept, and every I love you felt so real, unlike all the illusions or deceptions my mind had conjured in the past. With every sunrise and sunset it seemed as though we were getting closer and closer to our happily ever after… we wanted to explore the four corners of the earth together, to see the seven wonders together, to experience life together. We wanted to soar, to defy gravity, to chase the sun and the moon and stars…together.
    But humans aren’t made to reach the sun as we soon found out. Not even humans with the courage, the audacity, and the wings could ever fly that high. We were like Icarus; so...

Poetry Came To Me

Poetry came to me 
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep 
But morning was a long ways off

Poetry came to me
As I walked alone through locker-lined hallways
Headphones resting in deaf hears
As deafening music filled my brain
Blocking out the noise of the ignorant and the simple minded
Words rolleing off rough fingertips
And into the bright screen that rests in my rough hands

Poetry came to me
When I met my first love
And when I lost him too
Through all the scary firsts and the even scarier lasts
And the beautiful story that took place in between 
Immortalized in ink on lines of blue 

Poetry came to me 
When death took her soul 
Too late to say goodbye 
To early to say hello
Every last word and thought
Lingering in stagnant air

Poetry came to me
When...

A Philosopher's Riddle

I am a contradiction of life
But a parody of death 
I do not breath i do not eat
But I refuse to lay motionless,
Despite I only lasting a moment.
I am an idea
A concept 
A feeling.
I am the night sky or a blackened cave - 
Beautiful yet mysterious
Terrifying yet curious
Immensely Vast, 
Never-ending; full of the unknown
The window leading past to future
A never ending  present 

What am I?





















 

A Promise That Can't Be Kept

August 18, 2015, 9:57 PM

It was one of those days where you wished it would never end. Where you wished you could grab the remote and pause all life for a second, just so you could live in the movement for a little while longer. Maybe live in it forever. 
 And you know? I don't think I would mind living in that moment forever, even if it meant giving up the rest of my life. Because at least then, I'd be able to spend my forever with him. But alas time doesn't work like that and people don't live forever and most individuals you meet at 15 don't stay with you until the day you die, so I suppose this was our forever. The last year I spent with him was our forever...
But if you think about it forever doesn't truly exist. Because nothing really can last forever...not a life, nor a body, nor the planet nor a...

Letter Writing Competition

The Homestead

Dear Ida Jo,

My golly, things sure have changed since you left sleepy, little Independence. New people arrive every day, opening up new shops and saloons, 'n' there’s even a post office now! And guess what Ida; they began to build a railroad track on the outskirts of town! I reckon you’ve seen plenty of locomotives since you left here, but I’ve never seen one before and it’s so exciting. Who would ever have thought that they would want to connect Independence to the rest of the country?
 I've begun to teach over at the old school house - the red one over by Granger Gulliver's pond. I'm sure you remember it fondly; we spent about 8 years studying there together.  Sometimes, when the students are out eating their lunches 'n' playing in the yard, I stand in the doorway of the school house, watching their little bodies burn under the shining sun. I try to imagine us out there...

The Tea Party

A woman dressed in her Sunday best donned with a polite smile
A doctor in a suit and tie points at pictures on the mantle
The aroma of fragrent tea swirls around me
The clink of fine china and pleasent conversations can be heard from either side
A crinkly, old photograph of a beautiful woman sits in my hand
A salty tear slips from my eye, becoming caught on my lip


The Connotation of Grace

It never occurred to me before that my name was used for so many other things besides just a name. It had so many meanings that I wasn't aware of, and when this fact came to me, the name I once despised now put light into my eyes.
I had always feared that you would forget who I was - that my name would slip from your mind and into the air and lost within the atmosphere. But now I see, that whenever you hear that word, in any context, anywhere at all, you will only be able to think of me.

Open Prompt

Every Sunday You Go To Church

You wear a gold cross around your neck but you are not a man of religion 
You preach from an age old gospel but your words are laced with lies
You believe in the goodness of mankind but you are the epitome of corruption 
You sing broken hymns
You eat the Eucharist in vain 
You drink the blood of Christ because you like the way it tastes 
You pray to God for the failure of others 
And to aid you in your own glory 
You make others carry your cross
You claim you wear a crown of thorns 
But really that crown of thorns wears you
And you say your sins will be forgiven
But God won't cleanse the soul of a demon 

The Real World: A Lesson in How to be Strong

Violet slams the door so hard behind her, she thought it would splinter, breaking off its silver hinges. The sound cracked into the night with such force it almost scared her. Who would have thought that Little Violet - Oliver’s little Violet - contained so much power? Enough power to electrify the night and set the house behind her on fire with nothing more than a slam?
The banging of the door must have woke up her children; she could hear the little one begin to cry and moan. It broke her heart to hear such a sob, but it is too late now. The only thing left for Violet to do was to move on forward, and she began it with a run.
The road was slippery with ice and white flurries fell from the darkened sky. Snow clouds covered up the stars and moon, so absolutely no light could penetrate through the blackness. Violet couldn't see anything...

Blue

Maybe I'm delusional
Or maybe I'm just making things up
A carefully executed work of fiction 
A truth with a twist 
Or maybe a straight up lie 
Maybe my perception Is just different 

They say that no two people see the color blue the same way
Maybe that's the way people see you
You're a deep shade of navy to them
The color of a king
The color of stormy seas
But to me
You're a shade of pale blue 
The epitome of all things blue 

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee, that is. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?". His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?". His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."
But this was a lie - everybody knew this.
Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

See

In a life time
There is so much to see
A whole world to see
Everything
To
See
But at the end of the day
I will only see
What I was
Meant
To
See

See

In a life time
There is so much to see
A whole world to see
Everything 
To
See
But at the end of the day
I will only see
What I was meant
To
See

In The End

Truth be told
Or never telled
I held your hand
Walked through your hell

But in the end
You put me through mine
In a hell
That never quells 

In my hand
I held lovers pen
Wrote a story with no end

And even now
Three months gone by 
Our lovers door 
Left open wide 

Been to heaven 
Been to hell
Back to heaven
Back to hell 

All trapped under
Your magic spell

In a trance
That never fades
Stuck in purgatory
For days and days

I loved you then
I loved you now
Even though
You've turned into a clown 

Hurt me once
Hurt me twice
Hurt me three times
Like I have no choice 

Stuck in a cycle with no end
Where is my godamn godsend? 

God oh god why don't you come?
Need someone to hold back the gun

God oh God the end is near
I see the light, it's become so clear

You don't want...

Quartet

A Name Comes to Mind

He relished in other peoples misery, but everyone seemed to love his charasmatic personality. His brown hair was the nicest that school had ever seen and his perfectly fake smile could rip a person at the seams. 

Wouldn't It Be Nice? (A Hardworker's Prayer)

Wouldn't it be nice
To be the very best
To never have to try
Or even have to rest
Things would just come easy 
It'd be a piece of cake 
You'd be the first to leave the nest
Learned to fly before the rest

But for most it isn't like this 
For most we have to work 
Train and run and train again 
Until we're overworked  
Things don't come easy
We aren't always the very best
But we would try, and try and try 
Until we are drowning in our sweat

We overcome the people who say we can't
We overcome the negativity
We overcome our failing bodies
And we'd do it all with creativity

No we don't all start out the very best
(we may even sit the bench)
But one day we will reach the top
Above all the rest
Be among the legends, the heroes, and the greats
We will live to impress

They will aspire...

Wouldn't It Be Nice? (A Hardworker's Prayer)

Wouldn't it be nice
To be the very best
To never have to try
Or even have to rest
Things would just come easy 
It'd be a piece of cake 
You'd be the first to leave the nest
Learned to fly before the rest

But for most it isn't like this 
For most we have to work 
Train and run and train again 
Until we're overworked  
Things don't come easy
We aren't always the very best
But we would try, and try and try 
Until we are drowning in our sweat

We overcome the people who say we can't
We over come the negativity
We over come our failing bodies
And we'd do it all with creativity

No we don't all start out the very best
(we may even sit the bench)
But one day we will reach the top
Above all the rest
Be among the legends, the heroes, and the greats
We will live to impress

They...

The Mountain and The Moon

There is a mountain that lives near my home
And it knows how to roam
East to West
North to south
Following the moon in the sky
All seasons it will stay close by
It doesn't know how to hide
Braves the snow
Braves the sun
and the rain
and the wind
It’ll withstand the pain
just so it can kiss the moon goodnight
As the mountain slowly crumbles to pieces

Historical Fiction Competition

Me Ionwo

  I was born in Ghana during a drought. The luminous sun beat down onto the earth, baking all of us to a crisp. For an extremely long time, we were never visited by rain, which made the world around us dry, barren and infertile. Our harvest failed, leaving our produce wilted, straw-like and dead. The huge river that used to flow through the village is gone now too. It dried up, leaving nothing behind, not even a trickle of water.
   I was one of the very few infant children who survived this first year. Because of this, my Mother named me Monifa, which means “I am lucky”.
    The village took a long time to recover - almost ten years before we had a successful harvest. But when it happened, we were all so happy. At last, we could stop the borrowing from the nearby tribe, the Akanni. All my life we had to barter for the basic necessities our...

Wings of Icarus

    It started out like a dream, like a goal inaccessible by anyone else. The words were dipped in sugar and the kisses tasted like honey. We held hands like we’d never let go and our hugs were the closest thing we’ve ever been to home. Promises were always kept, and every I love you felt so real, unlike all the illusions or deceptions my mind had conjured in the past. With every sunrise and sunset it seemed as though we were getting closer and closer to our happily ever after… we wanted to explore the four corners of the earth together, to see the seven wonders together, to experience life together. We wanted to soar, to defy gravity, to chase the sun and the moon and stars…together.
    But humans aren’t made to reach the sun as we soon found out. Not even humans with the courage, the audacity, and the wings could ever fly that high. We were like Icarus;...

The Begining of Somthing that Later Ruined my Life

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