This exercise was done for a sociology paper. I’ve always gone home past my curfew but I’ve never left the house after it. For this assignment, I decided to do just that. I planned on taking my sister on a short cruise after midnight because god forbid I face the consequences of my actions … More Breaking The Norm: Curfew
Situated between reminiscences and the pinching pain of this cold air, my heart lays still in the serenity of the night. I should’ve foreseen that I wouldn’t survive this ordeal. You ask me where I go to when I’m gone with you before you bring the glass closer to my lips. Help me swallow down this … More I don’t remember anymore.
I don’t know why I’m in a rush to be someone else. I’m too afraid to be myself or let myself be me, and I’m almost envious of who I used to be. I’m caught up in a hurricane. All I do is lay down as time passes by and the stress builds up. I wish … More Deterioration
I’m pacing the pavement near your home and every step is a sharp pain in my chest. A restless heart yearning to see you; it’s jumping through my bones. My body follows. 1, 2, 3 steps. 3 breaths. 600 heartbeats. In torment, the skin tightens around my bones. My eyes flicker with the wind and … More Delusion
I wrote this for my writing class in Freshman year. I was born in the summer of ‘96 in the capital of the United Arab Emirates, Abu Dhabi. Being a quirky, cheeky, and deceptive child, I was adored by adults, who brushed off my friends’ complains about my devilish ways. I had many visions for … More My Introduction
I was holding onto handfuls of expectation then summer came down like a waterfall and took you away. I lost a war I didn’t know I was fighting. I guess happiness came at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. Now, I’m lost between memories ’cause I was in your arms just yesterday. I wish I never … More Handfuls
No matter who I’m driving to, I’m always thinking of you. Tracing your soft edges with my eyes, I’m stuck in the thought of being wrapped in your arms. Lost in focus. How will your toned skin feel against mine? It’s nothing I can explain, I’ve never faced a desire I can’t out-win and I … More Lustful
You come in with the wind in all your woe. No longer resting on your tongue, words are falling into feelings. It doesn’t take a sentence, it only takes a word. In a whisper, you are okay. Its grief’s loss to give you away. Reconciling with your heart once again, in words you don’t … More In With The Wind
I’ve been holding myself back since September 30. I tell myself writing is my only savior. Without it, the air is polluted and my lungs are restricted to my thoughts. I can’t breathe without coughing up blood. Yet, I find myself running away from it at times. I don’t know why I’d let a day … More Running Away From Words
A bodiless faith, woven into whispers. It appears before sun-spoken odes from down below, making home to the ill and old. His soundless words are laid in sin, in the space within, the gaps between eight holy ends. In peace, there’s no air to breathe in. In a turbulence of still, his bodiless … More Bodiless Faith
There’s a comfort in confinement that I can’t find here. The clock is ticking and my heart is beating slow. I can’t fathom the pain of its slow beats. I’m failing to focus as my mind blurs out the voices. I’m always trying to catch up with sounds I can’t make sense of. I’m always … More Confined in Crowds
With broken hearts, our lips meet. In mended hearts, they stray away. If this is how it is then I’ll succeed to take what I need while you’re here to stay. In a room of gold, your silhouette, stood out in words I can’t convey. It’s a game of roulette and I lost the … More Broken Remedy
Zovi, a cute little mermaid, nominated me for the VBA. I’m happy that you’ve been enjoying my stories so far and I hope I don’t disappoint you! Yazzeus eased my way to self-expression so I’m happy to share these 7 little things about me. “Blogger” became part of my identity on July 28th so … More I’m Nominated! The Versatile Blogger Award!
Meet me there, in the smell of sweet decay, between the light of what is and what could’ve been. Meet me. I’ll hold you until you fall into holding me but no one will suffer more than I will. No one can take in what I’ve made. Golden ink served on a silver plate; the … More Tongue Tied
My relationship with agomelatine: an unhappy marriage with its occasional highs. For this reason, I want to shed light on what it’s like to be on and off my pills. Irrationality and Impulsiveness – Being less anxious, it’s easy to walk into a crowd of people, raise my voice in a group meeting or even … More Agomelatine: A Love-Hate Relationship
I walked the seas and swam the deserts searching for words. I have nothing left to say. Collapsing against my skin; waves turn into droughts that spill into my mind like water used to grow roses once dead. Droughts I cannot comprehend. Leaving my soul wishing for a love heavy on its shoulders: a love … More At a Loss of Words
Do you ever feel like you’re on a verge of a mental breakdown? Out of nowhere, the symptoms kick in. My blood sugar suddenly dropped but I already took my pill. I didn’t skip any meals today. My heart is racing out of the blue yet it feels likes it’s not beating at all. My … More Unknown Symptoms
No matter who says that what I say is true, I’m a liar who lives with his made-up truth. When men decided to fly I was crawling deep under. My desire to be confined throws me into a wonder. No one can hurt me as well as I hurt me and I don’t believe it … More A Liar’s Truth
My heart is not enough to live, my lungs aren’t enough to breathe and my chest is heavy because the air is feeling blue. The child inside of me broke through my bones and now the emptiness burns a hole through my throat. A bullet is not enough to break through my soul. It takes nothing to kill … More It takes nothing to kill me
Originally posted on KLH. WRITING:
Within the region of Saudia Arabia, women have been unable to drive and/or hold a license due to the ultra-conservative nation’s laws prohibiting such from occurring. However, Saudi King Salman has issued a decree that now permits women to drive from next year onwards. Responses to the decree have been…
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The train of constant incomprehensible thoughts won’t leave my mind, like a cloudy sky on what’s supposed to be a sunny day. The constant need to express, to finally put down what I think into writing is eating at my soul, but expression is nevermore. Anything I write seems to be…
She awaited love in a room void of meaning, hoping she’d spot it along the glittering light but she found herself suffocating on the words she chose to live by. All she was: dust on the lace curtains that locked in her eyes. She awaited love in a room void of meaning, sitting nude … More She Awaited Love
I am a lover. I am a fighter. I am a daughter and a son. I’m here but my heart lies elsewhere. I’m a ghost. I’m the air between your fingers. I’m the breeze against your neck. I’m around when I’m not. I see with my eyes shut. I listen to silence. You’ll find my … More Who am I?
It’s 2:15 a.m. as I’m writing this and I have an 8 a.m. class tomorrow but I’m too thrilled to fall asleep because Ocean Hayward kindly nominated me for a Liebster Award! Thank you so much for nominating me! I’m new to WordPress and world the blogging so I’m truly honored that you enjoyed my … More I’m Nominated! Liebster Award!
Lust. Love. Forgiveness. Right now, that’s all I need. A chance: to live, to breathe, to be. Right now, that’s all I need. A book. A paper. A pen. An ear. A smile. A hand. Right now, that’s all I need. I feel my tears burning through my eyes. Oh, how I wish I didn’t … More Right Now, That’s All I Need.