Inside the self, outside the mind Where great ideas start to douse Shadows and Fire, yet they find The last brick of this haunted house
Category Archives: Writing
Our Little Piece of Everything
The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”
Unturned
This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
The Anxiety of Existing
I have been feeling the existential dread peaking through my curtains at night lately. It almost feels like a gigantic kraken passing by my tiny mouse window and looking inside to find only a pitiful scene. At any point it could smash my reality into oblivion or choose to ignore my singular insignificant existence. SoContinue reading “The Anxiety of Existing”
Pandemic Holiday
There is a lot to say about this weird Holiday season we had to go through.
I Can Feel
It is 4am when I’m publishing this but I was woken up by this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Let me know if you enjoyed it.
The Gifts of the Mind
This is a poem inspired by Wallace Stevens, submitted for a contest in AllPoetry.
Burning Insomniac
After more trouble sleeping I decided to write a poem on it, on what was keeping me from it.
Quick Math for Anxiety Attacks
After attempting my first half-marathon I realized how similar the feeling is to going through an anxiety attack. Here it is how.
Starved Anger
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.
