Butterfly Clan

When there was none When the desert’s heat held me, and the wind blew through my bones When life came to me empty-handed, a sign of the time came through Fluttering in the most unexpected places, its colored wings root my feet in the ground. And, as it pushes itself against the wind, my heart … More Butterfly Clan

Undying

Here’s to the glory of dying and the pain of remembrance Death passes by to bring me back to life, to suffer all over again I’ve lived long and insufferable lives and faced every consequence I wandered the world, walked a thousand miles, explored the oceans and swam the deserts Everyone leaves as time passes … More Undying

Then came clarity

Sitting amidst the chaos, estranged from reality, holding onto fragments of hope and snippets of memories that belong in the past. I was hoping that things might turn out better than expected, but as the night passed by, it brought in clarity; hurtful realizations I needed to release myself from a moment of stagnation. A … More Then came clarity

Dispersed

A scattered mind sits at both ends of a spectrum, looking beyond the colors smeared over the realities of the wounded. It speaks. Minds hear. Hearts don’t listen. Loniless triumphed – a victory for one at the loss of all. Faces remain still, contemplating one’s mind with words empty of meaning, disregarding and belittling. “Shelter me,” … More Dispersed

Slowing down

When the weather was most turbulent, I began to sink into my own thoughts. Perhaps, it was speaking to me, angered by my lack of self-care. After all, I’ve been distracting myself by stacking up my schedule with activities beyond my human capacity. I’ve always been uncomfortable with solitude and slow movement, but yesterday I … More Slowing down

“Finding Stillness in a Noisy World:” Book Review

Following years of escaping in cities, Jana Richman revisits her hometown, Utah, in a journey that unravels her emotions and childhood wounds. In her 2018 book “Finding Stillness in a Noisy World,” she guides her readers through a transformative and eye-opening journey in which she explores transverse feelings including fear, love, and loss in a … More “Finding Stillness in a Noisy World:” Book Review

The end of days

Is it just me or is the world broken enough to die? Behind a lens witnessing the world tear apart, I’m sitting in despair, listening to my throbbing heart. A glass stands between you and me. My screams are caged in sighs. Help! Get me out of here! I want to escape the safety that … More The end of days

What do I care

What do I care if the wind runs wild when the mountains drop and the skies divide What do I care if the seas run scared when the sands dry up and the valleys drain Even our shadows leave us behind when the stars fill out the darkness inside Clouds run heavy, but tears subside … More What do I care

An old fire

How does the spark die out so quickly when it was ignited not long ago? How does the rain come falling down in the midst of the heat? I still wonder how we’re not the same. It’s weird. I care and express passion. I look and I search until I’m burned out. Then, the sun … More An old fire

You there

You there, sitting alone What has your mind bestowed upon you tonight? The world goes by, and the tides continue to roar Loneliness humiliates you as you let go of the light Your doubts have grown; your dreams ran their course Did you bring this upon yourself? Heart tainted, mind eroded Where have your faults … More You there

Rusted Hearts

Despite the barriers, despite the armored shells around us, feelings sneak in and spill out, contagious and relentless. Tears dry, hearts change and steel turns to rust. I stand in front of you guarded and armed nevertheless. Your curious eyes follow me as I undress. I’d stay longer if your heart satisfied my tastebuds but … More Rusted Hearts

We met under water

We met underwater on an evening tainted blue and the night was illuminating your soul’s hue. I took a step forward. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” I’m always jumping off edges, I say. I no longer fear the fall ’cause the fire is burning me still. I love love, been covered in red but I … More We met under water

Representations in “He Named Me Malala”

MCM475 – Critical Analysis of Mass Media: Assignment “He Named Me Malala,” 2015, is a documentary directed by American filmmaker Davis Guggenheim based on the biography “I Am Malala.” It provides insight into the life of a young Pakistani girl who was shot by a masked Taliban gunman in 2012 after demanding women’s rights to education. … More Representations in “He Named Me Malala”

Eyes like honey

Time in and time out, we’ve all been wondering Who’s in and who’s out, we just don’t know Your words are simply extravagating You looked at me as you were speaking and I took the blow ‘Cause your eyes look like honey, I came close and when there was no one between us, I had … More Eyes like honey

Feelings hurt

  Was it wasted time? How do I say I’m fine once you’ve taken mine before you walked away? Did you have to go? Should I have known? We were walking slow before you stopped it there. Maybe I should’ve asked more questions along the way but I was skipping around, naive as always when … More Feelings hurt

Ocean blue

I can’t stop thinking about your lips against mine. I must’ve tasted them in another life. I’m running through scenes with my hands tied … All I do is look away Even in stories, I’ve made up in my mind, you always see right through my disguise. And, I don’t dare to wonder about your … More Ocean blue

Adrift

I’m not sure what kind of person I am and a part of me is not willing to find out. An antagonizing fear drips through my smiles. Is it my own fears dictating this feeling or is there actual reasoning behind this? Why does my mind wander way past my reach? I once stood alone … More Adrift

Choices

I’m hiding from the sun behind curtains that barely hold back the light as both of my worlds continue to collapse before me, but with everything going on all I can think about is “I don’t know how I feel about this anymore.” The best thing I’ve learned is that everything we do is a … More Choices

Guilty for two

Just so you know, you were the best one. I hope to meet you under another audacious condition, but for now, this heart is gone. People come and go, this is how life is. And I felt loved, with you, and everyone else but you were my favorite temporary feeling. I liked how your skin melted on … More Guilty for two

We used to be

I compromised the truth from eyes that don’t see Now, for as long as I breathe, I won’t be able to live How do I let go of you when my favorite songs begin and end with you? Your scent lingers with the music. Soft to touch, your skin laid delicately next to mine. Our … More We used to be

Reflections

I see a reflection of me in you. You sit across of me, holding on to your cup like it’s the only thing that can hold you up. We don’t speak because we don’t need to. Our blank stares talk to one another. The space between us is brimming with fear. The air is anxious. … More Reflections