Poetry

Flames

FlamesMy rage came in a fiery instant,In few moments I had done it again,Red mist descended and so did I,Fists rained down on him His tears make the moments real,The bruises stay long in my mind,Some days aren't so bad, some days we smile The day he left there was no...

Breath

BreathThey won't let you breathe,the air in your lungs burns them,the fire in your soul makes you magic. You have to fight,the freedom costs something heavy,the struggle for your breath is arduous. We will not overcome on the strength of words,oration alone breaks no...

Today

The RoadToday they are coming to get us, By morning our house will be ablaze By dusk our home will be ash Our arresters cannot be far off.   Rightful punishment for sins of faith, In believing we have purchased our demise. As apostates the sword is our fate....

The Road

The Road We have walked for two days now,Resting mama says is not safe for us,My feet are sore and baby howls,We are of the road, the forgotten ones. The sun is harsher here, the wind strong,Cars feel hot on my skin as we beg,Hunger comes and goes but hope is long...

Blossom

BlossomIn the night cold and dark, the season harsh as ever. by thorns you lay, ethereal in nature,taking hold only the glare of observant eyes.A wonder of creation, visibly fragile yet blissfully vibrant. Not now, don't wilt, don't fade awayfor your allure now keeps...

Evening Rain

The RoadIt's morning now, last night was peaceful Sleep holding me for about nine hours,so one of ours has by now been taken down. Whether deserving or not,one of us has been reduced,since I last closed my eyes one of us has joined the fallen. Like rain we keep...

Essays

Where am I going with my life: An existential foray.

Where am I going with my life: An existential foray. After deleting several proposed opening lines of this essay, I figured I would start with a fact. I turn 24 in March. It is not a particularly interesting fact, but it serves as the backdrop for where I am in my...

On Death

On Death I have been seriously writing for the last half-decade; missives including poems, short stories, love letters, etc. In that time I have written about death or rather flirted with a semblance of it, understanding it to be a condition of life, be it a distant...

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