I wonder if I’m as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I…
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Boy in a Well | Part 2
His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this. Maybe he…
Boy in a Well | Part 1
There would be moments where I would find time to be alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing. For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s…
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…
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…
Two Feet In | 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…
State of Illusion | 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,…
Don’t Have Only One Trait That Defines You: Identity Essay
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…
This Day Is Not For You | Poem
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…
Ismus and the Deity of Death
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…
Sammicakes 