An Open Letter to the Givers

I know you exist. Yes, you out there, you who always make time for people. You who always make sure everyone is alright. You who always sit down to listen to those who don’t care that you actually have your own pain. I hope you know how I admire your strength, your courage in looking…

Kissing Blue

Ice cold, blood thick, and veins blocked   Is it being numb that saves me? There is beauty in water, glory in its power I am drowning, please give me a hand. Someone. Anyone. You. Save me. Pull me out of this deadly splendor of Blue, blue everywhere my eyes wander The light blurs and…

Under Your Nose

by Devina When you’re walking straight, eyes up looking forward, you can’t see what’s under your nose. And it’s just like how it feels dealing with people who aren’t as privileged. People who are privileged would question the poor, “Why do you not want to go to school?” “Are you so illiterate, so stupid that…

I Wonder 

I wonder how bitterness can eat one up so well and push one up higher. I wonder how darkness can feel so warm and freezing cold at the same time.  I wonder how one can be broken and brave. I wonder how one can be damaged and happy.  I wonder how I can be so…