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  • Across the sea

    Unfurling the sails of my writing journey I am wallowing in so much regret and self-pity for abandoning my first love. And for what? For years of misdirection, stagnation, and even worse— regression? I am a daughter of an English Major. My childhood was filled with different types of children’s literature. Growing older, my tastes Read more

  • [Poem] From the Moon

    • 🌿 • And when you hear my nameor recall the way I lookDoes it make you think of happy timesor only the pain it took When you look at her faceand she doesn’t smileDoes it make you missthe tears I criedWhen we’re sat on the couchand I whispered howNot even light yearscan measure the Read more

  • [Poem] Out of the Woods

    • 🌿 • Lost in the woodsLured in by illusionsInside of a paradiseof tainted constitutions Time was lost and so were chancesCutting corners withIrrevocable grievancesThings I lovedThings that laid dormantThings that made meResurfaced with a vengeance A cycle of reclusion Commencing into oneMost questionable markThat is most compulsive, bar none ___L U Z A N Read more

  • [Reflection] Cookie Cream Bar

    As I was eating a cookie cream bar outside a room, trying to wake myself up, I looked in the mirror. I scanned the room behind me and I thought of my old house- the alternating patterns of little triangles on the stairs, the wooden curtain beneath it, hiding treasures from countries unknown. In my Read more

  • [Poem]

    • 🌿 • She yearns for that which she fearsShe burns for it so deep, so clear She freezes upon its beck and callShe knows enough to fear the fall Lost is the heart that sits and churnswho dreads and waits for its next turn There’s nowhere to come back toAnd nowhere to come back Read more

  • [Poem] Tension

    Everytime I call your name, Does this heart’s yearning reach you? At night I see just these four corners, I am a prison of a regretful past. My darling, it’s only you that remains. But your silence is giving me pain. I hear you, loud and clear. Though I wish I can cut my ear. Read more

  • [Poem] Losing Ground

    • 🌿 • the words i have were infinite always present, always living and then they vanished- sudden, fast something devoured the words I had until the glass is full of it so full it looks empty- blank, dark i tried to say something but came up with nothing i was left with nothing but Read more

  • [Rumination] I Am A Writer

    I am a writer because I believe in freedom– the freedom to write stories- mine, yours, and theirs. I am a writer because I have courage–  the courage to reveal my soul and become vulnerable; the courage to reveal my thoughts despite knowing not all will assent; the courage to use my voice to express Read more