Our taste buds are fond of blood A substance Component Overall catalyst Of humanity’s deterioration In which we crave upon the Need to see other's pain For that is what we enjoy In a holistic approach, to mankind’s diet We cannot fulfill ourselves From mere vegetables or fruits We need blood-based products That … Continue reading Carnivores
In short, a passage about an individual's good, and evil side, and how they battle for supremacy inside one's mind.
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
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