I have always been a person that notes change. Frankly I’m not sure if I love or hate the breaking of my habitual routine or of my consistent thoughts and judgements; nonetheless, it is still fascinating to me. Thoreau’s quote is like a remedy to my younger self’s question about how people gain or lose…
Category: Short Stories
for now, i’m not enough | poem
i’m not beautiful enough to know you you’re too good to look at me. – is this what you think of me? or is it what i think you think about me? it’s too late. i can’t change. there’s no point to redo. i move on, i give up, and i’m gone. i move on,…
hang with the greats | poem
and the fears i’m too afraid to face alone and it’s so hard to do so and it’s so hard to do so and i know you’re not afraid so take my hand you’ll hang with the greats
I Don’t Love the World | Poem/Song
In the morning time stays a ticking. I hear the doorbell: whoever it is, you better keep on ringing. I don’t care about the world. – Sunshine is an annoying facet. I always hate the shine on my assets. I always wondered what the world would say. – In the night, I hear the crawling….
The Best Word Is Weird | Essay
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…
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L8x00ve What is it? Is it a race you join See who can finish? Or is it like… a light? That guides you somewhere safe? Thinking about it brings me in darkness, pulls me out of outer space, and people say it’s a reckless dream to chase. ~ What is it? Is it loud? Can…
Don’t Want a Lonely Life | Poem
I had a dream last night Drew up my fears and closed my blinds I had a dream composed of you Completely, entirely, nothing new But there was a feeling in my chest That you didn’t exist, so we never met And then I realized I had taken this life for granted. – You are…
Elegy | Poem
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. ~
Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar
An alternate ending to The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, my favorite book that I’ve read in high school. I would highly recommend it if you like introspective, sad stories. This is an old assignment I did two years ago that I found recently. Enjoy! ~ There was a tangible silence. Elbows propped up over…
Thief of Joy | Laws of Life Essay
In nearly every facet of my life, I have been privileged. Privileged to have two comical and creative parents in my life every day. Privileged to have friends to talk, to go to a school filled with friends that I could laugh, vent, and play with until I was sick of it all. But most…
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