The Strength Article

The waves collided and crashed in the distance. I rested on the bed of sand, sinking into the beige grains every instance I regretted to think. High above and some ways back, mountainous ridges held tourists scouting the land. Like adventurers in a new realm, they ogled at the sights and captured images of what…

If You Were Everything I Hoped You’d Be

If you were who you should have been My mind would be kinder And I wouldn’t feel so lost My tears would cease to spill And my smile would be genuine Instead of a half-hearted twist of lips   If you were as you should have been My heart would be fulfilled My eyes would…

Stumbling Softly

The cheers of children sounded behind me like the calls of wild apes. My breaths were coming in jagged heaves, and my body was running on energy that ceased to exist until this very moment. I was way ahead of the rest of my competition, my feet barely skimming the ground like a gazelle running…

How Do You Say Goodbye to a Star?

How do you say goodbye to a star? Science says that many of these celestial bodies of gas and fire have since burned out in the night sky, yet their light remains radiant amidst the black. Their glimmering rays have not ceased to shine, for time is a strange idealism in the universe. What has…

Left with Myself

Loss in any form tears the soul The word itself cries out in an ironic sense For it takes, yet it also fills Emotions, turbulence, tempestuous sentiments   Sobs fill all the emptiness Loneliness embowers what once was plentiful I close my eyes and find you there I open them, to find myself without  …

A Change of Scenery

My legs were begging me to stop the ascent, and at last, I was able to appease them. I hauled my body over the hill and exhaled into the chilled air. My breath caught. Douglas firs scoured the area. Frost decorated the trees as far as my pupils could perceive. My boot crunched through the…

Kryptonite

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the walls off my room, adorned with various knick-knacks and an array of artistic photos. It was a colorful space to which my eyes always wandered when seeking inspiration. Despite the mixture of brightly-toned paper and cork—I saw nothing. No glossy materials dipped in the hues…