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

Waiting on me

I spend most of my life waiting. Mainly, for myself to get things right. The silence of waiting bypassed any feeling of comfort life can offer. I sit with not much going on. People walk. Their shadows hover over me. Their voices disturb the storm that’s brewing inside. I can’t grasp reality. My curiosity is … More Waiting on me

This is love

After the chaos has passed, love still stands strong within me. Love is not standing by an empty street waiting for headlights you know you’ll never see but fragments of your heart linger around the possibility of seeing your reflection in his eyes. It is not walking back home alone afterward with your head low. … More This is love

A Reminiscence

I’m looking at the clouds that look like snow. Something about winter reminds me of you. I remember the look on your face that Wednesday afternoon, afraid we have nothing in common anymore, and the look in your eyes when I promised I’d always be around to keep you warm. If you’re reading this, I hope you … More A Reminiscence

1953-2016

Three hours later, his lifeline rests in peace. People covered in white and black lean on one another like pieces from a chess game mourning the loss of their king. Afra, the youngest, breaks down in front of his room. “Dad… Dad…” she calls out. No reply. Held by Faisal and Mohammed, my mother walks … More 1953-2016

I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!

  I’m nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Narutomath96 and Thoughts of a Stranger. Narutomath96 has been on WordPress since 2014, publishing daily posts, as well as translate two Japanese light novels into Vietnamese (Yahari Light, and Qualidea of Scum and a Gold Coin). I personally recommend reading The Truthseeker category. Thoughts of a Stranger posts rather more … More I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!

Survival in the Alps

Literary Journalism Assignment – Narrative Arc The group is down to six. They’re looking for a home in the woods before the night blinds them. “Remember, tall trees will not shield us.” Louis has been on alert since Aramis’s death. He took the lead to seek proper shelter. The others have no choice but to … More Survival in the Alps

Unsighted

You’re a picture I needed to draw my stories around back when my thoughts steered towards you. Disapproval laments you but memories confined in a strained mind hold me back. An image refuses to leave you behind: a gaze held, a jaw clenched. It killed me. You asked me to breathe but my breaths overpowered me. I drowned. You were … More Unsighted

Volatile

On and off is a routine because when it hits it hits hard. Every high got me fooled and every low comes as a surprise. Who knew I wouldn’t know how to escape my own lies. Not witty enough to predict my own ways, or smart enough to hear my own cries. I’ve given up … More Volatile

Transient

I finally built up enough courage to open my eyes. They haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet but I can already tell freedom never looked more pathetic. Buried in bricks from the waist down, I’m standing tall amidst the chaos as if I’ve caused it all. With no recollection of time, it’s hard to tell … More Transient

The Gospel Truth

It speaks to me in silence. A voice that breaks through the echoes, louder and louder each time. My thoughts venture out into the storm, trying to fade the sound away. With every whisper, it proves to be heavy. With every scream, it hurts to survive. My eyes blink faster, registering the blaring truth. It … More The Gospel Truth

Faded

Literary Journalism Assignment: A Non-Fiction Vignette Something wakes her up again. Days passed by since she last ate and she must’ve been hallucinating because she heard a voice calling her from the guest bathroom. Fully alert, Ally carries herself out of bed and drags her weight through the darkness in search of the doorknob. Once out, she … More Faded

The Introvert

Literary Journalism Exercise Sarah is only 23. She spent the last few years doing the things she loves, confined in her cocoon, away from people. Today, she opens her eyes to a different perspective. Embedded in her routine, she drags herself out of bed to grab some breakfast before the semester starts. On her way … More The Introvert

Subdued

Under the rain, I am restrained, with nowhere to face except for all the things coming my way. Water once cold and warm, formed marshes in my deserted home. In a funny world, I was evergreen, until the rain moated my soul. And I, as Tiresias, have foresuffered all, under water touched by a trojan whore. Inextricably … More Subdued