Friend Reunions

Friendships are a powerful concept. Whether we like it or not, we make friends throughout our entire lives, and they all affect us in one way or another. Continue reading “Friend Reunions”

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When I need you

It was December 23, 2003 when I came,

and, then, only ten days after, you left,

And from that time I should’ve known

That it would always stay the same.

Years came and we got closer

But then you got another family.

I always knew you were a poser

But it still hurt to see you happily.

Fifteen years have gone by

And I can’t help but realize:

You’d never sing me a lullaby

And yet I loved you without thinking twice.

When I think of it, with me

I sympathize

Because that love I thought you for me had

Feels like nothing but a lie.

Years came and we got closer

And you’d still claim a lot from me,

And even though you never call me

I still became your devotee.

We went different ways,

But I still loved you;

We become different people,

But I still missed you.

Life brought us back together

And I thought it would be for good

But everything stayed like always

(Probably the way it always should).

And then my fifteenth party arrived

And you made it your second option.

That day I realized you’re never there.

You’re never there when I need you.

An Awaited Birthday

It’s exactly 11:30pm when I glance at the top of my phone where it indicates the current time. Only thirty more minutes.

The time has finally come. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was four and my family has been anticipating it with equal excitement since I was born. It’s a lot to take in.

Turning fifteen won’t be an easy thing. Why you ask? Because it changes everything. Continue reading “An Awaited Birthday”

December 14: A bomb threat at Sandy Hook on the anniversary of the 2012 mass shooting

Imagine you’re seated in class at your elementary school. Your teacher talks about how today you’ll be learning to divide; you gleam with newfound excitement, eager to start this path towards knowledge that seems to be opening up for you.

Suddenly, you hear a sound–a sound that scares you to your bones and spends creepy chills down your spine: the school’s alarm is blaring and someone’s voice has announced that the school is on lock-down and everyone has to get out immediately. Continue reading “December 14: A bomb threat at Sandy Hook on the anniversary of the 2012 mass shooting”

I live in fear

Despite hearing the constant cries for help that come out of so many children, teenagers, and even adults’ mouths, it appears no one can hear them.
So many lives have been lost this year alone that it’s atrocious.
Despite us asking for such simple changes in our government, more guns are being handed out in silver platters to children, heartless people and worse.
At this point in my life, I can’t go on with my day without hearing on the news a report about a school shooting; Continue reading “I live in fear”

I am my hands

I am my hands. As I gaze upon these two vital parts of my body whose importance and valuable assistance in my daily life I often give for granted, I contemplate the overwhelming and numerous thoughts that seem to emerge as I keep looking at them.

I can almost tell my whole life’s story just by looking at them. Starting from my long and hairy-knuckled (which I’m honestly not very proud of) fingers; one of them in which lies the precious gold and black ring that my mother bestowed onto me about a year ago. Continue reading “I am my hands”

My Work on Maelstrom Zine!

A few days (maybe weeks) back, I decided to submit my article on the women elected for both Congress and governor in the United States. Given the fact that Maelstrom was working on their 4th issue on Feminism, I thought it was a great way to show off my work to the public and overall just my thoughts on the feminist movement and my high hopes for women in the US and around the world.

Today, I am honored to say that my work was chosen to be published and that a wider audience is able to get a glimpse on my views and my writing and that is just amazing. Continue reading “My Work on Maelstrom Zine!”

The Blacklist

The street is filthy. As I walk through it, I can’t help but scrunch my face in disgust when my nostrils fill up with that wretched smell coming from the trash scattered all over the sidewalk. “I simply can’t believe that I have to meet this man at such a gruesome place,” I think to myself as I stop next to some shop called ‘Things n Stuff’ to wait for the aforementioned. I take my phone out of my soft brown coat’s pocket to distract myself from all the commotion around me, but I can’t seem to concentrate on it with all the noise around me—dogs barking ceaselessly, women screaming at each other, cars honking loudly. I then decide to call him. “Hey it’s me. Where are you?” Continue reading “The Blacklist”

All the wonderful things to be thankful for

It’s been a few days since Thanksgiving occurred and I keep wondering why it was chosen by people to make this the one day a year in which they sit down to think about what they’re thankful for. I mean, you get 365 —or 366, it depends— days a year, and you really only pick one to sit down and thank whoever or whatever you want, when there are endless things that we can and should be grateful for every single day of our lives? Continue reading “All the wonderful things to be thankful for”

Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore

I’ve always wanted to be the star of the show. It might sound narcissistic but, honestly, being the main focus of everything always felt really good and right—like it was meant to be for me. Growing up I had everything to make it possible for me to stand out: the personality, the charisma, what my teachers called the ‘spark’, the talents, the easygoing nature, etc. So, it was never hard for me to fit in anywhere and always have massive crowds of people after or with me at all times. Continue reading “Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore”