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Often overlooked, cause youngins don’t know Where she has been or where she will go… if stepped to wrong She is seen in the past, In black and white She has lived through wrong, and can recognize right But she knows how to hold her words She has been walked away from Left behind some, …
Once upon a night, he was standing outside of his head counting the endless stars. He wanted to be the king but the hive was ruled by a Queen and the rest of the kingdom were blinded by her light. He promised his heart that the sky won’t be dark— in a magical spin, he …
She looked like a wonder— her eyes would light my soul in the darkness. I loved looking at her when she is lost onto her own thoughts. She used to overthink everything— even her morning coffee. I liked that about her. She was the silent type— but her eyes were always loud, you can see …
The way that she looks at me fills me with shame. I know I am not good enough for her. Sometimes I want to be free of her, though she is so beautiful I truly don’t know how I would ever survive without her. She has been …
He takes every bride. Think about the process a bride goes through in order to prepare for her wedding day: the dress, the hair, the makeup, the nails, the shoes, etc. All of this in anticipation for that one moment when her groom lays his eyes on her for seemingly the first real time. Imagine …
It struck me recently how perfectly inaccurate our portrayal of life is as we display it on social media. Take your pick they’re all the same – Snapchat, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc. Every outlet displays only the most remarkable, attention-worthy moments of each of our lives – myself, included. Even if you’re one of those …
Growing up I always knew I was a little bit different. It was like I always fit in, but still managed to feel left out. It all started when I was in elementary school. “It” being the first time I was told “You talk like a white girl.” Now, being a little kid you really …
I live next to a liquor store where an old man sleeps. He’s outdoors most mornings in the fog that I can barely stand without my piping mug of coffee and full-blast defroster I use to thaw my body and mind. At night, I notice him, too. He’s almost always drunk under the flickering of …
What did you think, Nastya, when you looked into the courtyard? Were you surprised to see the promise of Spring matured into Summer? Did your heart lift at the sight of the clear blue sky, and birds flying above the rooftops, or did your darkest thoughts return when you saw the decrepit wooden door which …
Insanity How do you say sorry to the one who chose to hurt you because your mere existence caused them pain? Can you make amends with someone who you’ll never call a good friend because your wrath is stronger than your shame? My rage and guilt are sweethearts holding hands beneath the black stars of …