Category Archives: creative writing

Lost Love

I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”

little things

I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.

scared of the dark

I’m scared of the dark  Mostly Except when I’m feeling particularly apathetic Then I think  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad If some unknown entity swallowed me whole 

Spinning Out

Spinning Outthey call ityou’re losing controlthey call ityou’re making no sensethey call itwe don’t want to deal with itthey call ityour feelings are too muchthey call ityou’re making it upthey call itit’s not real they call ityou’re faking itthey call ityou want people to feel bad for you they call it. We’re so sorrythey callContinue reading “Spinning Out”

Cupids Arrow

I sat in front of my full length mirror, putting on my makeup slowly, letting the gentle brush strokes caress my cheeks as I admired my work. Each action was made with intention, a subtle manifestation for a night of pleasure and love ahead. Me and Ahava had told our boyfriends we didn’t care whatContinue reading “Cupids Arrow”

the tiger and the kitten

Have you ever looked into the face of a docile purring catand seen the tiger lying underneath the surface? A brief glimpse of the stealthy predator that lives withinwaiting to pounce at it’s preywhen the moment is right? Have you ever felt that way about your own tiger within?Known this humdrum life is not allContinue reading “the tiger and the kitten”

on existence

I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”

into the void

I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”

love letter to the sun

The winter sun is so much different than the summer sunsure she shines all the samebut the heat is barely there.I wish I could adequately explain the way the feeling’s different too.The way she touches my skinand meets my eye, reminding me of all the winters passed.Shivering cold, replaying memories of warmer days.The summer sunContinue reading “love letter to the sun”