An aspiring writer who has challenged herself to write a story and poem every day this summer. Positive and constructive feedback always welcome!
An aspiring writer who has challenged herself to write a story and poem every day this summer. Positive and constructive feedback always welcome!
Small sips of delightful bitter coffee
Sharpen my gaze on a summer morning
Stories filter through my mind
In an attempt to stretch my patience
Like a well-watered planted near a window
With leaves turning, a crispy brown.
Waiting is a test that I seem to fail at
Ungracefully.
A plan is in motion, they say.
It will happen at the right time, they say.
I exhale like a stuttering old AC vent
Staring ...
Forgotten sketch books piled in a jammed drawer
Yoda, her ragged beige cat with glassy green eyes
Crumbled notes of secrets passed along in classrooms
A battery-dead gameboy filled with laughter and frustration
The altered memories of a past life in a world away
Away from her scattered paintings in a sharp white desk
From the slow wink of her black cat’s yellow eyes
From the lively beginning of a ...
The heavily armed guards dragged me across the spotless marble floors for my audience with the king. I had been standing outside the royal palace with the members of my organization, Equality For All, for what seemed like weeks to simply have a moment and discuss our demands with those in charge.
It seemed like today was the day when I could finally be able to represent our cause.
My arms ached ...
The lines around her eyes seemed to slither around her face like snakes, covering up what was left of her iconic beauty. Sherryl stood in front of the mirror, blinking her dark eyes quickly, trying to rid her mind and her reflection of the horrid image.
How did time rush pass her so quickly? When did she become so quickly forgotten?
As she ignored the reflection of the untidy woman in the mirror,...
To belong is to feel
Relaxed
With my mind at still, no more thoughts
Racing and draining
Anxieties lay still
Like a cat bathing in sunlight
Drifting through an open window
Like the soft sound of birds
Soothly chirping in the distance
Like toes gently sinking in
Wet sand on a shore
Belonging is when smiles
Come easier
And comfort abounds
Comfort in your skin
Your mind
To belong is to feel
Loved
...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Where they sound softly on the sands of our shores
Traversing across seas to find a land and a home
Once settled, they began to build a culture
A civilization that grew with each family
Filled with dance, stories, and sharp ships
They crossed the seas to trade with other lands, other homes.
Then greed began to grow in lands from the North
Wh...
The sun rises closer to the new year
A refreshing fog envelops the city
I never imagined that my life would lead here
Intertwined with others and yet so happy.
A refreshing fog envelops the city
Early morning joggers, mothers grasping small hands, security guard nodding
Intertwined with others and yet so happy
Slipping through their days, joyful moments rushing.
Early morning joggers, mot...
Struggling to breathe under the layer of dust
The tiny green, orange and yellow leaves
Shake in the morning breeze
Hoping to release the dirt off their lungs
And yet it is not enough
And the white film of sand remains fixed
Day to day
Blocking their airways
But they realize is not just them
Every leaf in their vicinity suffered
The same fate
So that can’t be so bad?
Can it?
Days pass
Roots are w...
A dream where hills of green and white blossoms
Brighten up the morning sky
Laughter sings through doorways
Children hiding behind the wrinkled branches
Of olive trees
While generations of families pick the precious
Green fruits off
Leaves that have been nurtured
For decades
Afternoon coffee boiled on stove tops
The smell of cardamom drifting through the bright red shutters
Inviting neighbors and...
I transformed for the first time that night, stepping my cold feet on the wet shores of the Mediterranean, my footsteps leaving marks that lasted only moments before the slow wave wiped them away. The moon was bright that night, not a full moon, but bright enough that I could see where I was going without any light present. I didn’t know what to expect, stepping into this new world, following my i...