With almost a flat open I still could not see The words in the letter Bestowed upon me Seldom had I yearned to be At the peak of staggering mountains For I often found myself In hollow valleys Of dry, echoing lands An invisible thirst to cherish And be cherished: The bastard hidden … Continue reading The letter
I saw two boys holding hands yesterday Strolling up the school stairs Consumed by the youth That surrounds them Their eyes: propelled by the light of day Their feet dancing to the palpitations Of their swaying hands Humming to the gentle melodies unknown by the corrupted after going up the stairs their hands … Continue reading The innocence of youth
You never free-fell For you were much afraid to die You had a parachute all along But that, you never realized For you were much afraid to die That you could never envisage You were already dying with the idea of safety you were complying For you could have free-fallen yet you were afraid to … Continue reading For you were much afraid to die
A short story about the need for validation as teenagers, and the vulnerability our perceptions can have given our dependence on other's acceptance.
Oh! But why see through his eyes And forget yours exist Why comply to his sorrows, And ignore your merits? Why gaze at the world In another’s vision? Why live in the realm Of other’s decisions? Why ignore your desires And adjust to the wires? Of robots and followers Of those who blanket their … Continue reading Why comply?
In hope of ventilating my feelings, I describe my current existential crisis in this somewhat journal entry. Enjoy!
For I knew no difference From yesterday and today For I had missed the day’s passing In utter dismay A tirade of persuasion, please, I would say, For the time is now Don’t go astray And still as I was Witnessing my decay My mind had ideas that motivation betrayed Though I … Continue reading An indifferent
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.
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 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