This is a poem I wrote on Christmas Eve. I originally wrote it with one person in mind, but as I prayed over it, God had someone else in mind. I was just sitting in the living room with my mom and a friend, and in the middle of the conversation, God said, "Her. Quick.… Continue reading That Twinkle in Your Eye
I am so in love with this book right now. I just finished it yesterday on the way back home. I started it in the car, and I finished it in the car. Haha. Reading like a beast. (Is 'Lolz' appropriate in a book review? Asking for a friend.) Emperor of the Eight Islands was so… Continue reading The Emperor of the Eight Islands by Lian Hearn – Book Review
Pat me on the back! I finally finished The Whispers of the Fallen by J. D. Netto. Okay, I'll be honest, I finished it over Thanksgiving break. What can I say? I was busy and honestly just ignored the blog for a while to focus on myself. But I'm back, and I'm back with a book review!… Continue reading Whispers of the Fallen by J. D. Netto – Book Review
She sits in her pocket of the world unperturbed by toxic kisses With her eyes closed she carves designs into her skin— Swirls and lines— With her fingernails on her thighs She sits in the quiet atmosphere half asleep Tired from sleazy men and their slimy words She rubs her hands along the fabric… Continue reading She Sits *Edited*
Cliché is a noun. Clichéd is an adjective.
Fifth generation home. 80s shag carpet. Linoleum kitchen floors. Squeaky Lazy Susan. Slamming screen door. Running barefoot down a gravel driveway Past tall green pines surrounded by cornfields, Mosquito infested swamps, and Crickets and spring peepers. Running on deer trails through purple brambles, Gaining blackberry stains and small scars, Searching for buried treasure: Sun bleached… Continue reading Out On 27th 1/2 St. *Edited*
There was the sun, and stretched out before it was a sea of fire. Taan and Yulius sat on the edge of an island drifting through the sky. It was one cloud, constantly shifting and drifting from one point in the universe to another. They watched the sun slip around to the other side of… Continue reading The World Above.
I cringe so much just thinking about this. For one of my classes, I had to write a bad poem. Naturally, bad poems should never be shared with the world, nonetheless, here is mine for all too see. WARNING: your eyes will hurt after reading this. Looking at her was like looking at the sun. The… Continue reading Loving Her is Like a Random Simile
Avoid imprecise diction. FOR EXAMPLE: Rust-free except for some rust on the passenger door.
Fairy lights and Fairy foods. Fairy songs and Fairy dances. Dreams and Drugged hallucinations. Elven ears and Cloven hooves. Kisses and Skin to skin. Tangled hair and Tangled hands. Tangled sheets and Tangled feet. Late mornings and Crap, I’m late for work.