“Khalid! ”my mom screams from the kitchen. “Come here!”
I roll out of bed, grinning. I should be angry, I guess. And also scream something like “Fuck you, mom! I don’t want to!”. At least, that’s what teens in American movies do. I’ve been watching a couple of those lately…
I won’t start this article by saying “I’m not gay.”
Even though I’m just beginning to realize that — in a way — I did. Or maybe I am gay, and I’m just afraid to be labelled as gay. The latter being a foolish thing to fear, given the fact…
She visits the Graveyard every day, slowly carrying her tiny frame over the hill and through the thicket of tall shrubs and oak trees, where — just over a tiny slope — the grassy fields break out into the knee-high, muss-covered stone wall.
It’s always at night, just after sundown…
Trigger warning: Suicide
The hurt doesn’t hurt anymore
the water isn’t cold anymore
nothing hurts like before.
Anxiety-ridden, that’s how I’ve been living
all the places I went, they've been unforgiving
My pain never stopped digging
Will I ever find something relieving?
Why is the world so bleak?
Why am I…
They are finding Biden votes all over the place — in Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan. So bad for our Country! Donald J. Trump (twitter, 04/11/2020)
I know sometimes
Thin’s may not always make sense to you right now
What we always tell you? …
Tonight I’m catching a Dragon
By its tail, I’m pulling it back
without fear, I’m going to attack.
Tonight I’m conquering a mountain
Straight to the top, walking non-stop
until my vision becomes black
and the cold wind smacks
the air out of my lungs.
Tonight I’m fighting for my…
|PROLOGUE, The Ultimate Manual to Witch-Hunting (Revised Edition, Written by Not-A-Woman)|
Is your village haunted by demons? Do you have a problem with ghostly apparitions? Do you think that the woman down the alley is a witch?
If you answered affirmatively to these three questions, then you stumbled on the…
Water running down
the river, a view that couldn’t be prettier
flowers flying up in the Summer sun
didn’t I tell you, my love, to run?
When Autumn first came
it slowly took away my flame
Even kids know that
when the leaves die
Love, in the blowing wind, screams its last cries…