There is a saying
That we are worth more
Than the sum of our parts
It's like saying the sun
Isn't a star
It's a concept
I can't believe
My cracks
Merging and breaking
More than it all
But I never feel myself
By the end
Bottling my feelings
Before I
Dragging my emotions along
Deepening the cracks
Do not or do
Hearts slashed apart
Here is everywhere and not
Have nothing but my own thoughts
...
Drips of rain splash the earth
Names hushed amongst the wisps
My heart nestled in a warm hearth
Governed by its surroundings
Hustled by the rush
Did we ever know how hard it would be
Looking out to the brilliance
but never seeing within?
Leaving my nature behind
like climbing up a ladder
but every stair crumbles when
you grip the next rung
Left hanging for naught
As you look down
you see that i...
She slumped to the floor. Everyone was dead. It all could’ve been over if they had only listened. When she took an ax and fire to the wooden horse. When she ran the streets, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear as she sobbed her visions to the ground. Only the women were left; their fate–she knew, and she wanted to yell in the injustice of it all. Nothing was left to do but divvy up the women f...
Cassandra had never been understood. Every time she opened her mouth, no one would listen. Her opinion was disregarded and dismissed as the ramblings of the insane. She couldn't remember one moment where her voice wasn't stifled.
So, she sat there–silent.
Hoping that maybe someone would ask, “Cassandra–what do you think about this?”
It wasn't like she could answer them anyway. They had crushed he...
Her name was Trust, and she was nothing like her name. She would roll your secrets into a small orb, and gift it to anyone interested in its colors. Even if they said nothing, she would surprise them, wrapping the ball in pretty paper, and dropping it at their feet, letting them figure out what she had said.
She was only a step on the Rumor train.
Hundreds stepped on the platform, leaving orbs r...
A notebook
Casing of roses
Withered vines forming the lock
And the roses hiding the faces
Of those penned before
In the bloody petals—
The faces who wrote before
stand there, beheaded
with no way out
Trapped in the sanguine
Bloodthirsty flowers
Sucking the writer within.
the notebook of
overlooked writers
and concealed inspiration...
Chased
He was ablaze
burning up the road
but fire can't last forever
Slowly
slowly
he waned
He was the moon
but forever couldn't breathe
And the tides drowned him
Only remembered
by the remnant of smoke
and the absence of light.
he withered
fell apart
Like a blossom
who forgot what water was
And vanished
Just smoke
and the absence of light
Instead of a blazing fire.
…
Missing
where was ...
She had always been runner-up
Always the second place
Always the one who didn't make it
Forgotten
while the confetti showers-
and she forces herself to remember
That she won instead
That instead of in the shadows
She basked in the light
Confetti in her hair
When she had forever been
forgotten
never to be seen...
Riya looked on as Daya scrambled to find the ring. Daya began to rub her temples, knowing that sooner or later, Riya would end up laughing at the entire situation. She kept digging as patrons of the esteemed restaurant rose their eyebrows, wondering what kind of grime had stumbled upon their elegant dinner. They, however, held their head high because even if the mere presence of the two was degrad...
She wanders around, looking for cucumbers as she suddenly spots him. He stands in front of her, nervously wringing his fingers.
“Hi..? Can you let me pass?” She says, hoping that he’d just move out of her way.
“Oh! Sorry, I just wanted to ask you-”
“Ask me what? C’mon, Casimir-destroyer of peace. Come up with something a little less stalkery if you want me back.” She interjects, yet again praying ...
