Small corners contain hidden remnants, a fragment rolled tightly, inscribed with words beyond kenning. This was spoken across the dimensions, time, and space. I am that I am. A child’s toy, a box filled with plastic animals, a stain on the ceiling. Breathing in the…

Amidst the growing chaos in the recesses of my mind a tiny flame is burning for reasons yet to find each day it grows stronger brighter, hotter still creating such a longing an emptiness to fill nothing can contain it out of all control it…

A luscious lady licks Lazily lapfuls liquor Lucidly Locked

Her long light brown braids, bouncing on her back as she ran to her new bicycle. 6-years-old she had just learned to ride with the two wheels. Her Daddy was there, to set his little girl free. He sent her only down the block. The innocence of…

What is it That makes you go? Makes you wake up Go outside and survive Makes you interact with people That you may lose one day makes you take a walk That may end with your life Makes you smile When you want to cry…

Love of stories Began my love for you. Caring for characters Hastened my caring for you. We bonded over plot lines And bonded our hearts together. I came to understand you By first understanding them. So thank you, fandoms. For fanning the flame Of our…

Today I met the grim reaper. He showed me what death was really like. He told me not to be afraid that there wasn’t a bright scary light. He started to tell me about my friends – the loved ones I would meet when I…

How many times can you steal the same land? Move our people from their homes and use our names for your brands? What is our  return on “your” investment? Money in your pockets and sickness in our hearts? What is our  return on “your” investment? Money in…

  The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

I hate waiting for you to wake up. At five in the afternoon, you drag yourself awake. My stomach turns at the sight of you, sloth and dreary. Every day is the same. No plans or intentions. One long ad nauseam. lassitude lingers revulsion retches…