Dear letters, I plead your forgiveness. I had become a robot of duties and endeavors: an academic philistine who had forgotten about your beauty. Allow me not to feel estranged by you, but embraced by your power of conception. Mind you, you were never forgotten, you were just sometimes overlooked. Despair knocked on my … Continue reading Dear letters
A rendition to Immanuel Kant's views on art as established in the early nineteenth century, including a mesh of his views with my own on how art can be corrupted throughout the twenty-first century as well. Enjoy.
His voice had forsaken His speechless mouth Destined for greatness But inclined to the incompetent Soul of his attitude Your majesty’s greatest honor Was rather his mind In times of battle Eras of built confrontations Deaths of arduous nations And feasts of the uniformed men’s blood An empire beheld him, All who longed … Continue reading Bertie
With eyes that gazed At the reachable circumstances Yet unreachable for I have made them I lurked And lurked Expecting life’s arrival Until I lurked no more For the luxury of passing-time Is one that cannot be salvaged. Had I learned not to lurk --But to reach-- At my lovers Without fear of being … Continue reading To reach
For some time I had been wanting to express my opinion on gender inequality. After gathering enough irritation with my country's male establishment, I finally wrote my hymn to feminism; here it is.
She wore her black veil Amidst the colors that surrounded. A widow to the world And an antiquity to living, For her spirit had been buried By the lack of life; the feasts of death; and the woes of nights that overflowed in monotony She was not old Nor had she physically faced death, … Continue reading Emily
The word isolation has various connotations to it. While for some it merely represents the state of being alone, for others it signifies a circumstance of complete frightfulness. For me, on the other hand, isolation epitomizes the reconcilement of my body-self with my mind. It is a cure for the sanity of one’s consciousness; it … Continue reading Baring the positive truths about isolation
In hope of ventilating my feelings, I describe my current existential crisis in this somewhat journal entry. Enjoy!
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.
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.