I shouldn’t have stressed about it so much. Nothing even matters, I should stop my obsession. | I’m actually putting together a poetry collection, a collection of poems, prose poems, vignettes, and micro-essays that I’ve written over the years. I started writing seriously during my sophomore year of college, I think; at age 20 or…
Read MoreThe Last Ones Left
We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost. You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective. You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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It’s always there Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard that you have no one to share with. Cooked and topped with cinnamon, served with black tea and honey. Decadent and dense with caloric value, it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three. * No one is themselves lately; we might be…
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Loudoun County, Virginia When I tutored after-school at INMED, I noticed that the mission statement on the organization’s website mentioned that you’d think many of the residents in Loudoun county and in Sterling are among the rich, the blessed, the fortunate, while looking at the outside reality, or the semi-reality. Tidy driveways, stone or brick…
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I’m ok. I’m ok. Not knowing when and where the joy will come. Maybe it’s here already. Angels are singing already. It’s in my heart, it shines off the copper earrings and bracelet I wear. It’s all around me, and in me. I am air on certain days, fire in others; earthy and rainy in…
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I’ve never been involved in politics, because I’m not political. I’ve never been involved in academia, because I’m not academic. I’m not anything, in fact. I like creative writing, art/illustration, videography, and photography, and I’m gonna try to focus on these areas while I work day jobs. It’s funny, ‘cause I don’t really feel that…
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Sometimes I wish I had a real cause or movement that I can grasp onto and turn to for purpose and concrete meaningfulness. I mean I feel I have spirituality and the idea of god; and I have visual art, and literature. (I consume a lot of books, and I like to look at drawings…
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Why do I feel I need emotional comfort and security? I had almost died of loneliness one time in 2015, when I was alone in my family’s townhouse for about three weeks—my sibling and mother had went overseas to the UAE, where dad was working at the time; it was something of a necessary trip…
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