Lost Dreams

A poem on the tragedy of the school shootings the tiny buds trampled upon by wild feet no chance, no choice the nightmare turned reality petals scattered on the wind.

Diary of a Fasting Girl — Day 9 (Super Delayed)

Board-games, Shady Restaurant, and a Yummy Pit Stop -- It's a Date!! Events of May 25, 2018 After several hectic days of tight scheduling and bad sleep patterns, it all starts weighing down on me. This phenomenon is what I called the "Flerp Days," days where it becomes hard for me to focus on anything,... Continue Reading →

Diary of a Fasting Girl — Day 6 (2018)

Tuesday May 22, 2018 After three long years, I am back to writing diary style blogs this Ramadan (laziness took a hold of me the past two years that I just recently shook off). Also you might be wondering why I'm starting on Day 6 rather than day one. Let's just say, I finally got... Continue Reading →

Windows

You stand before me, so quiet, contained A house, strong and tall, yet weak within Peering through two windows I quietly spy The hurt, the pain that’s hidden behind The long curtains that quickly drape The going ons from prying eyes, that dare To peek within.   I am those eyes, that gently try To... Continue Reading →

… Blocked

Writer's block a dam, cementing every opening every window, every crack Suffocating the dragons that fly within their menacing wings bashing the gates; Chaining the scurrying villagers, the shining knights the kings of old and future days their sweet escape jammed; Trapping the battles waiting to unfold the princesses to be saved the heroes, the... Continue Reading →

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