Bodies of Water Bodies of water are blueish-green, clear blue, dark blue holy sites. But is there enough purpose and meaning in that? A body of water trapped in an indifferent universe must justify its own existence, just like a self-conscious sacred spot must ask itself “why am I here?” Being a refuge for others…
Read Morec: final essay from my creative writing class :(
Creative Writing 4745/The Sentence: Strategies For Writing. Final Essay/Project. 12/15/2021. College, Career Trajectory: The Concentrated Elements of My Likes And Interests. I’m Trying To Attain An Undiluted Formula; One Not Diluted With Unessential Or Weakening Agents Which Will Reduce Its Potency. I don’t get the third chapter of my math textbook, and it’s frustrating because…
Read Morec: long prose poem/third-person essay. 🛐🏵💔 actually, this might be just a stream-of-consciousness journal entry that’s written in the third person. (third person, past tense.) i think this can be described as a vignette or a lyric essay, too.
She felt that the difficulties in her life could never have been avoided, really; that it was just something that had happened, that had happened very forcefully and almost authoritatively (violently), and that there was absolutely no stopping of it, at all. This realization gave her a lot of peace of mind and enough resolve…
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This is what I’ve been doing lately to deal with pain and difficulty; Feel what you have to feel. Don’t suffer needlessly with it—meaning; don’t inflate it beyond its limits—but definitely feel what you have to feel. That’s the only way it’ll leave. Suppressing it or ignoring it never diminishes it, in the long run.…
Read More“untitled,” and “June 4, 2021.”
Untitled The only place I truly feel at peace is inside of a quiet mosque. Even if god doesn’t exist at all. The only place I feel legitimately at peace is inside of a quiet (and by that I really mean empty) mosque. Me, my book, and god. That’s it. The book doesn’t judge, abuse,…
Read Morepoem, titled ‘horizon’.
Horizon “The horizon is a mystical meeting-place, a reconciliation, and a bridge between two worlds,” he said. He is a mystic, himself; he is so far gone that the stars with all their spirit and ecstasy turn to him, for light. He is the junction between earth and heaven, itself. Why are we here? What…
Read Morepoem, titled ‘suffering’.
Suffering Negative experiences, negative overall contexts, and certain memories preoccupy you, and will continue to do so until you are buried under the earth, and appear lifeless and immobile. As they should, perhaps. I’m starting to believe that these phenomena should induce intense suffering, or else you might not be classified as a feeling (sentient)…
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Problems Their hands were signaling for help to get them out of their situation. They often floated to the highest point of the room—the ceiling—and observed, from that vantage point. Things didn’t look so bad from up there, but they ultimately knew their pain was circumstantial, and not a physical object that one could remove,…
Read Morec: a couple of poems :3
hey c: these are two (prose) poems I recently finished. Actually I don’t know whether or not I should edit these further; idk if it’s the best it could be, now c: thx** for checking this out. Tragedy I wish I could be rain that pours on a city. Each drop would contribute to the…
Read MoreSelect Publications
the below are some works that I somehow got published. 😛 thank you** for checking ‘em out. Select Writing ⤵️ a poem published by The Pangolin Review literary magazine: https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/e869c8_ce11de2ca3f2481d810b427d2733de31.pdf-here is the link to the main site of The Pangolin Review: https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite a poem published by Volition, the undergraduate literary magazine of George Mason University: https://www.instagram.com/p/4hGUq-APV2/ a poem published by Zaum,…
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