We long for freedom from this Composition of morbid humans To which all is the same And difference disregarded We believe ourselves superior In perhaps, not morality, But rather liberality For our hearts rage with a desire to do far beyond foretold We believe ourselves advanced And we act upon the unwandered In … Continue reading Burning of a generation
A short poem on empathy. Enjoy!
Please enjoy this version of Franz Kafka's "The Metamorphosis." Though this short story-whose plot is very different from the original- is incomparable to Kafka's version, I hope the message still comes across in a different, lighter manner.
Let’s escape to the lake And be mellow together The water hugging my angers Clasping them To complete evaporation. I yearn to breathe the green -The purest of all colors- enjoy genuine serenity in a sea of immortality through which there exists no distinction from me and the earth as we collapsed into one. In … Continue reading Let’s escape to the lake
Please enjoy this short story about an individual's motivation to embark on a quest for freedom. In addition, due to the fact that I do not write short stories very often, I must admit that the piece may have some errors, so please do not judge.
She sauntered all day my dear girl in the Glasses and looking, she may, the city passes She strolled through the park And the trees were alright Their stiff standing structure Had in them no spark She strolled downtown, were the gray buildings are, occasional benches black shoes and waterway trenches She … Continue reading The Girl in the Glasses
The best part of this piece does not lie in questions, but rather in the answers you provide to them. Hence, please seek beyond a literal response.
Hello, and sorry for not posting as often! I have been so busy lately, especially with school work and extracurricular activities, nevertheless, please enjoy this somewhat philosophical, Hesse-like piece.
Had you seen through our eyes And his body wouldn’t have been dragged to the Tallahatchie by humanized imps coated in white Had you seen through our eyes And the crow wouldn’t have nested In the integrity of the American population, But rather in the impartial nature of a tree Had you seen … Continue reading Had you seen through our eyes
The scarf that circled around her neck and gently leaned forward at a vertical distance from her nose, reminded me of the uneven road whereby I desired to wander through. Its colors were a fireplace that offered the most eminent shelter from the coldness of the surroundings, leaning towards tenderness rather than vividness. It was … Continue reading Her attire: The attire