Non-Fiction

Stories, Poems, and Musings

A poem about crystals.

I thought love was all in the shoulders. Hunched, preparing for the moment you will lunge at my neck. [...] Love and fear, as far as I knew, were the same scars.

I thought love was all in the shoulders. Hunched, preparing for the moment you will lunge at my neck. [...] Love and fear, as far as I knew, were the same scars.

A poem about crystals.

Just a lil something

What would you see if you could really see?

Up. Roar.

This poem draws a parallel between cosmic energy and mental focus.

Do you know how to work it?

All flows out of it. All run out of it. What will we make out of it?

Are our historical figures heros or villains? Or maybe they are both.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

This poem is just random and the person on the title is my friend

Hopefully you know who you are.

A rainy day viewed in the perspective of a 12-year-old. A story that would make you feel that rainy days needn't be sad, gloomy, and depressing...

All flows out of it. All run out of it. What will we make out of it?

This one's for the one that hurt me the most. Screw you