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?
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.
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)
Getting people to care about things is very difficult. Especially if they can’t see it. If you haven’t studied the importance of the environment and nature as a whole, do not bother now. Because at this point, I’m guessing you’ll only want a summary, the CliffsNotes to the situation. Listed below are a few selfish … Continue reading A Few Selfish Reasons to Care About the Environment (Amazon Rainforest Response)