“I can’t be friends with you. You’re a pig.”
That seemingly innocuous sentence left the lips of a girl I considered one of my best friends in second grade.
In a wing of seven-year-olds clamoring and congregating before class started, it was typically deafening and difficult to concentrate.
And yet, I heard her. She had a megaphone blasting, broadcasting my misery to the world — she just didn’t realize.
I stood, completely frozen; my words struggling to claw through a prickly throat and never surfacing. Instead, I tried to blink through tears forming in the corners of my vision.
She scanned me up and down, an eyebrow cocked above an expression of pure superiority. It snarled back at me as if to say, “Well, you can’t say anything, right? Because you know it’s…
I’m a big fan of Charlie Brooker’s dark sci-fi anthology Black Mirror (I even wrote an in-depth review of the fourth season). The show has been around since 2011, eventually finding its home on Netflix, and captivating audiences with tales of technology and humanity gone awry, and asking the question “What if?” Another talking point of the show — and a possible reason why it became so popular — is that most of the technology showcased isn’t too far in the future, especially at the rate we’re advancing. …
I consider myself a writer. But I haven’t actually written anything of note for months.
Well, to be exact, I’ve written some one-off stanzas for poems that have come to my mind at 3 AM in my Notes App; I’ve started and stopped many ideas for stories that I’ve had. And most importantly, I’ve stared a blank page awaiting something to flow from my fingertips to the screen in front of me. Yet, every time, nothing happens. Just a blinking line looking expectantly at me. What do you want me to do about it? I’ll tell myself. …
I hate to admit it. But I’ll say it to you, now. I committed a crime.
Before you question me, “What? What in the world
did you do? What could it be?” I’ll please ask that you search
and find it in your heart
to not judge me. See, all I did was spill some paint
and it changed the color of the night.
Once I saw the night
had changed, there wasn’t much I could do. I did the crime,
and the paint
was all over my stupid stubby fingers. Even in the cracks of them. Now, the world
is out to get me. …
Today seems to be a normal day on the internet. Memes, politics, television discussion, and… animal abuse?
On August 6, YouTuber Brooke Houts, 20, uploaded a video with her dog, a Doberman named Sphinx. Houts has a respectable 300,000 followers on YouTube, and in a recent string of videos, she’s included her pup in various ways: in her morning routine, in a Q&A on what it’s like to be a “young dog mom,” and among others in the same vein. But this one was different. Titled “plastic wrap prank with my Doberman!”, Houts seemed to have left in a supposedly unedited portion of her outright abusing her dog, including yelling, spitting, and hitting the poor animal. …
Drench me in the sadness you possess
Make me savor the warmth of your breath, the icy aftermath of the unknown
My veins run the hue of your darkness, the emotion of your future
In the next moment, touch me like a new beginning
Consume every rush, every sense raging through
Absorb each spark of flecked skin turned (f)rigid
Move with ignition for the righteous thought
Your colors explode across my horizon
I don’t want to breathe unless you feel it too
For now, this is what we desire
If I can hold you, for more than a second
Past the realm of doubt that crosses my mind
I beg the heavens to fulfill a wish
I only ask for one
You are all I crave in this undulating nightmare
I don’t want to live unless you feel it too
Awash in blue, no, an orange-red made from embers of a past flame
Feel my idle being bloom anew
Reset the clock of the beginning of time
Hold me when I falter, when I question purpose
Forget, only feel
If you can feel it too
I only want you
You in all, me in one
And in that second I melt, I am reborn into your image
Eternally yours for this moment
My darkness becomes a new light for you to survive
My heart drums to a blue-soaked song
The words you trill, a shriek of nuance
Brimming with an infinite orchestra of pastured hills and flushed cheeks
Tell me when you break
Tell me when you lose your hope
Tell me when I become nothing to everything
More, more, tell me more
Let your lips bleed those bright crimson sparks
Let each syllable slide on terse skin like pure honey
Let every breath swallow me whole
I don’t want to go unless you feel it too
A concept of forever
I’d never heard of
Time remains nothing but a hurdle
Tell me, with a sure truth in all,
Don’t you feel it too? …
I’m so selfish. Part I.
In the rays of the sun, I rise
Confusion stings my cheeks
I thought wrong.
The star has disappeared
Just like it does every night.
I thought it would stay
And keep me company.
It’s just as it was.
How selfish were my thoughts.
Then, I see it
A twinkle on the sill
The star asks for me, though I cannot see it
I search mindlessly, as if I had one in the first place
When a thousand and one stars create a bright bold sky
The realization blooms
I see it now
I thought wrong.
They didn’t disappear
They just shine brighter
Brighter and brighter and brighter
So bright, it’s blinding
So bright, it’s dazzling,
So bright, it’s dizzying
They are alive
While I float through a…
A small star shines in the night sky
I look out my window bundled under blankets
Suffocating, boiling air encroaching my senses
My breath hitched and strained
This one star shines too bright.
Who let it exist like that?
My lids flutter softly, trying to hide my sleep
I want to awake but
Something is stopping my heart
There’s a pain in my chest
From something unknown
It feels strained
It feels cold
It feels lonely.
I look to the star in the sky for comfort
Such a fool, I must be.
And so, it looks back at me, in its own distress
“You want me to help you?
I cannot even help myself. …
She believed in something grand, something different.
Like that, she was changed, formed in a sense of new.
But why would she want to end?
That’s what made her happy.
See, this is how it all begins, and she takes a breath
To the next page, turn it over and start the new life
But that’s not the life
she had imagined exactly, it’s different
than the one she planned, why should she choke on a breath
to the new
if she’s happy
now, then where is the end?
it’s simple, so easy to see, that her life
means nothing more than measured amongst her feelings, if she’s happy
And if she finds that she strays different
then, only then, she sees herself in the new
And she finds that it’s harder and harder, to take another…