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.
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →