Non-Fiction

Stories, Poems, and Musings

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

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.

journalistic creative piece on dylan

If it's overwhelming, you're not understanding. Maybe this will help.

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

The better I get, the more I yearn for what I cannot create.

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

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?

Does the love still lingers on after the heart has fallen out of love