Inspired by creativity, fueled with kindness. An author of short stories and poems.
When The Powerless Stand Together
For a while, this world we live in felt so modern. As I aged and changed, the layers still encasing us in centuries old ideology became more obvious.
And I Keep Going On
A heart so heavy, I can't feel its beating. People's suffering weighing down on my shoulders. Then, somehow, I'm forced to say goodbye to my brother.
Good Game, John
All the games you've been playin', that's how you learned to play me so well. Stuck in your video game world, you forgot I was real.
"Come dance with me." I looked up, the gym lights blinding me momentarily. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust but when they were used to the light, I realized who was standing there, asking me to dance. It was him, the boy I came to know in July, the boy I loved in secret.
"Don't look at them, don't think about them, don't even for a second think you have a chance at feeling normal." The thoughts that ran through my mind daily while I pretended to be someone I wasn't.