If you’re sad and feeling sober Just let me know, let me know. Or else I’m going over, going overboard, because this ship can’t contain your grievances– my condolences. – I’m going overboard sinking with the water where the pressure cracks my bones and I don’t have to listen to you or think of you….
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2 Conversations I Overheard Girls Talking About
First Conversation: Boys & Stuff “Yeah, but what’s your body count?” I hate when I’m in the bathroom and a group of girls start having a loud conversation. Their words tend to bounce off the walls to make even their whispers sounds like screams. Since I drink about 100 cups of water a day, I’m…
Squirming Worms | Poem
Squirming worms of dread,
on the walls and in my head.
Things Do Not Change, We Change | Laws of Life Essay
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…
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…
Innocentless Youths | Poem
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…
Sink into the Night | Poem/Song
Sleepless, wrapped in ebony night Clutching the medal of a laptop Bright screen, can’t turn it off. If you are the thing I’ve wanted And to me you have come What’s the difference between how I started And what I’ve become? With you I am peaceful. With you I am strong. With you I am,…
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