The pain overtakes me at times. My vision starts to become blurry, my head begins to fog, my body begins to feel numb. As if my soul exited my body, I am not able to control myself. It’s as if I finished 2 bottles of hard liquor on my own, but the toxins are my… Continue reading Unfinished thoughts
I have been *attempting* to focus my precious time on writing poetry and researching the art of books and the amount of strength words carry. I have been taking a step back to really dig as deep as I can and take a look into my emotions as I am finding a way to escape… Continue reading Tears of Earth (Happiness)
When I was younger, my father would tell me “If you don’t eat every grain of rice on your plate, you’ll wake up tomorrow and see that your eyeball exploded”. My childish brain believed that and always made sure I finished my rice because I was scared. Thinking about it now, in what way could… Continue reading The Eyeball Myth
I wrote this poem dedicated to my mother. My mother and I have a different relationship compared to what a “normal” mother and daughter relationship is like. My sister says we clash because we are practically the same person. I definitely got a lot of my positive and negative traits from her. We fought and… Continue reading Mother Dearest
She Blooms In June - by Lilia 