Poem
Longing is a fancy word for decimation. A mirror I run from when I should be facing it. I know truth, and truth knows me I pray to the Lord, mold me. Faith tangled between fantasy and heaven’s decree. I beg the hope I long for, don’t control
Poem
I could list the feelings I feel like But all I got is a pen, a heart, and my windpipes Been feeling confused lately and I wonder why So I will paint you a picture with this haunting lullaby. 2 am surrounded by the walls vibrating with anxiety wondering Pondering,
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Short Story
May 13, 2257 Arnold Voss gritted his teeth as the chopper rose into the sky, clutching the harness the crew had shown him. He was on his way to meet his mentor, Professor Isaac Isley, on an island off Madagascar. There, he would also encounter the Shangle family—patrons of
Poem
Who am I supposed to be? Where am I supposed to go? Why am I walking this lonely road? Why did it just get dark? Where did the light go? How am I supposed to know? When I get older I’ll run it all. When I get older I
Poem
Phenomenal vibrations coming to your location. Hypnotic control of the little voice in your dome. Captain Hook of the written word, not a thief but I’ll take your attention for a minute. Bask in how the rhythm bounces, I got limitless more I’ll pour it by the ounce.
Prose
Neil DeGrasse Tyson once said, “The difference between a scientist and a great scientist is the one who is considered great just asked the right question.” I sat with that thought for hours and eventually asked myself a simple question: Am I working hard enough? As I let that thought
Poem
I’m confident that my consciousness can touch every continent. Teaching how to coexist without condescending thoughts. Breaching consecrated and alienated power motivated decisions That birthed the constructed lines of divided nations. Disassemble the notion of the disabled to dissociate the belief of complacency Discombobulate misguided ideas of pray and
Poem
Maisen: understanding me is a complex desire. Maisey: If you could see clearly, You wouldn’t try to play me as a fiddle while I recite this riddle to you Maisen: I’m a multitude of compressed hidden layers Maisey: I’m a warm biscuit severed to you on Christmas
Poem
I could paint a windfall of symphonies, the gentle brushstroke against the leaves of the lonely tree. Or maybe chisel in stone a soliloquy that can mend the hearts of my enemies. Whisper a lullaby to ease the quiet ride of a solemn night, disrupting the plight of the human
Poem
The dreamer, dreams the dreams of promises unseen, Visions of a mountaintop too grand to conceive. A clear night of hollow stars whisper: An ode to the visionaries with the sights to bring bits of light, Even if it’s only seen from their cemetery. For most dreams are fully
Poem
I prefer the silence, later I'll complain it's too quiet. I’m a peacemaker at heart, but I'm not unknown to resort to violence. I keep to myself, avoiding asking for help. I keep to myself, I feel safer that way. I keep to