A college essay. Prompt: What is your favorite word? Why? Enjoy! ~ Observing spelling alone, weird itself is a weird word. Its spelling is odd, one of the most inane of the English language. If you say it slow enough, you can hear the “we’re” right before you pop the “duh.” We’re duh. The oddities … Continue reading The Best Word Is Weird | Essay
One day your body will be in the ground and I'll be there won't make a sound. A eulogy is not my scene. I'll be crying in my seat. Just know you'll always mean everything to me. ~
We have our universe The stars are our eyes See how they’re aligned And its not like how they are at night - We have our bubble Our balloon of faith They won’t let anybody Into each other’s space - If I hold your hand Will it make you understand? And if I look into … Continue reading Stars of Eyes | Poem/Song
Nothing makes me feel this way to bend to ones control. I don't like what happens to my brain but the feeling is far from miserable. There's a power, there's a charm in every little pattern in every little syllable everything that shouldn't matter. - Two feet in. No doubs, no doubts, no doubts. Two … Continue reading Two Feet In | Poem/Song
Jumped into a fire, didn't get burned. Because of the strength of your last words. You have no impact on me but it is I who cannot reach a proper conclusion. - It's a state of illusion. I think I'm losing myself to me. I think it's time to live my life without any fears, … Continue reading State of Illusion | Poem/ Song
Envious. The only way to describe that phenomenon of green-faced Jealousy. That one bright, talented prodigy that excels at one feat so well that their superiority in that field is the first thing that comes to mind upon thinking of them. Well, what happens when they lose that special spark that had constructed their whole … Continue reading Don’t Have Only One Trait That Defines You: Identity Essay
My least satisfying days are the ones where I am both restless and drained. I feel like I’m not doing enough, like there are more responsibilities I should be handling, and I wonder if I’m working as hard as I should. I feel fidgety, squirming on the inside. But at the same time, I’m too … Continue reading How Hard Are You Working?
There aren’t really any instructions when it comes to writing. People find a lot of answers or resources for the careers they are pursuing after doing a quick online search. But writing is different. Especially for teen authors. I am no expert in this field, and I would be lying if I said I knew … Continue reading Support for Teen Authors Wanting to Self-Publish
When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart--more than drawing or singing or baking or running--since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.
People have a tendency to accept hopelessness and helplessness. What can I do? I don’t have any money to fix these problems—why should I bother? The way we spend the limited money we do have actually has a much larger impact than we realize, and it is one of the main things we tend to … Continue reading Stop Giving THESE Corporations Power