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Plans for 2022 and Unraveling Negativity!

January has always had a sort of romantic quality. It’s just the idea of a new beginning, all the potentialities and plans unfurling in my head. In the past, this joy was short-lived because I would get so excited about these new ventures that, by the time I got to the execution phase, I’d overthoughtContinue reading “Plans for 2022 and Unraveling Negativity!”

Doing What Feels Right and Radical Self Trust

Hey everyone, I know it’s been a little bit since I posted on here. But I am very active over on TikTok and Instagram if you want to take a look over there! Self-promotion aside, I want to revisit a topic that I’ve touched on in previous posts, such as “Taking Control Can Be Messy”Continue reading “Doing What Feels Right and Radical Self Trust”

The Intruder

You’d think it was strange,My calculated coolnessAs barbed wire snaked up my legs and thighs,I grinned as the steely stiletto dug in.Quiet rejoicing beneath the singular sting of needles!Because it felt like justice.But for who? Did I protest when it all got too loud?Did I struggle against that invisible titanAs he seized my throatAnd stoleContinue reading “The Intruder”

Citrus (A Poem)

The line went dead a long time ago. Disassociation central, and it shouldn’t scare you anymore. God knows I’m passed the point of worry. As I’ve always said, there is something beautiful in death, it’s poetic or sublime. Somewhere along the way his soul froze, buried in piles of snow. But look how it glistensContinue reading “Citrus (A Poem)”

The Poem with No Title

I stare outside through blood-stained eyes,You know those times, when you want to burn your life down?Come see the Queen’s broken crown,The emperor has no clothesDrowning, in a sea of hungry foes.The rebellion started as a single flame,Grew to a seething anger I couldn’t tame.This is not me!But it is, that’s what’s scary.And just asContinue reading “The Poem with No Title”

‘Verity’ by Colleen Hoover is a Failed Mystery Novel

Before we start, I want to mention that I read this book as a part of a new book club my friends and I started. They had a lot of great insights, so I’ll be including some of their observations throughout. The first half of this review will proceed without spoilers. I will mark whereContinue reading “‘Verity’ by Colleen Hoover is a Failed Mystery Novel”

The Girl Lost in Diamonds

The warmth of your hand in mine,A crystalized moment,I want to stay foreverIn your dazzling coolness,Blinded by the sparkling waves,A happy hysteria,I’d be glad to lose my mindIf it meant I could be lost in you. Uneven breathing,Traveling eyes,So many things I want to describe,But left speechless by the sublime. Cut me with your edges,AContinue reading “The Girl Lost in Diamonds”

Getting Philosophical with the Narrator in My Head

Do you ever pretend as if your life is being narrated back to you in the 3rd person? For example, “Julie went to the cabinet and grabbed a mug.” I tend to do this, especially after I’ve been reading a book for awhile. I’ll silently narrate my actions in my head. I’m not sure howContinue reading “Getting Philosophical with the Narrator in My Head”

Clarity

The moment when the cacophonous music hall is brought to a silence. Her booming cries made her own energy evaporate and all she has now is to examine. Why? The question she doesn’t want to answer. Too overwhelming, too enormous. Clarity, my dear, requires work and time. Clarity, she knows, comes at a cost. AndContinue reading “Clarity”

I Love You, Bo Burnham

The power of a free-fall,Gravity against meHarsh pressure rattling my bones,Is it breathless excitement,Or have you stolen the air from my lungs?More pain than anticipation. A cascade of tears fall to the floorA once precious resource,Not worth so much anymore.The years have carved rivers in our cheeks,Exploitation left us naked,Nothing left to explore. But ifContinue reading “I Love You, Bo Burnham”

Noir

Maybe it’s just because it’s storming outside as I’m writing this, but I was just thinking, it would be so cool to star in my own noir detective story. You know, the black-and-white TV shows/movies. The detective is the last one at the precinct, working into the late hours as he/she/they try to piece togetherContinue reading “Noir”