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 … Continue reading l0vebot error 0x889c00f
Based on my book, Accursed Red. A conversational poem between two troubled girls, Ismus and Linnasoeta. ~ I’m trying my best to get to you But my life is hard too. You’re not the only with borders. You’re not the only one with orders. Heaven and hell Know them both quite well. It’s funny you … Continue reading Innocentless Youths | Poem
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?
Walk away This day is not for you And it'll get harder To feel out the mood When your drifting Cerebrally Into a far off galaxy This day is not for you What can we do In a world far from true ~ Thank you for checking out my poem. Go give Accursed Red a … Continue reading This Day Is Not For You | Poem
A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check … Continue reading Ismus and the Deity of Death
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
What would the people of 300 years ago use our current technology for? A (dumb) scholarship essay~ ~~~~ Imagine if the technological advancements we made today were done nearly 300 years ago. AI’s (Artificial Intelligence units), Google Glasses, and cellphone-caused backaches would become an early plague on our society. In this era—in the early 1700’s—individuals … Continue reading Smart Tech in the 1700’s
An old poem I wrote in August of 2016. A relaxing night-time read~ ~~~~ I am from long, ebony nights and bright, sunlit mornings Awakening in time to see the blue light filter through my windows I am from places of enchanted emerald forests and elephant graveyards Exploring until my lungs and legs cannot cope … Continue reading I Am From Long, Ebony Nights (Nostalgia Poem)