My 3 a.m. Thoughts

It's 3 a.m. Insomnia has knocked on my door I let it in willingly Because it'll come in Either way So what's the point Of fighting it?  It's 3 a.m. And my insomnia Is pulling the sleep away From my tired eyes As if I don't deserve to rest  When there is insomnia There are... Continue Reading →

People Like Me – A Poem

People like me shouldn’t feel Like how I feel. People like me have college degrees. People like me have jobs, And don’t have a lot of responsibilities. People like me get to live life as they want. People like me have their freedom. People like me shouldn’t go around And complain. People like me have... Continue Reading →

Societal Pressure – A Poem

Am I being brainwashed? Are they getting under my skin? Poisoning my thoughts With what they've lived by for years? It is like The things I thought were important No longer mean anything The dreams that I once dreamed Are fading away The life I envisioned Doesn't seem like what I want now It's like... Continue Reading →

The World as We Know it

Words have always been my safe haven. From an early age I have found what my soul needed to escape the miseries that are around us. If it wasn’t for words, I don’t know how I would’ve survived my thoughts all those years. When writing, the world stops spinning and I’m in that perfect place.... Continue Reading →

Trapped, Short Sci-fi Story

Early spring when the weather changes is my favorite time of the year, the smell of new plants and sunlight on my skin are the greatest  sensations I know. When I close my eyes, relax, and let nature take me in is when I feel most at peace.  I was so excited that spring was... Continue Reading →

Men Have Emotions, too!

Just like anyone, I was taught a lot about “proper” gender roles while growing up. Some of it seemed logical at the time, but it wasn’t the case for all of them. From the moment we come into this world, we are taught that men are superheroes. They’re the ones who never get tired, who... Continue Reading →

My Suicide Note

Dear family, People think it’s funny to make fun of you. For some weird reason, it entertains them to laugh at others’ differences. Especially the kids in my school. If I was born with genes that made me a tall girl, how is that under my control? If I have curly hair that is as messy... Continue Reading →

Lives of Youth Around the World 8

Enjoy reading the two last stories! I hope reading these stories is beneficial for you all. To open up your eyes and give you something to think about. 1: 20, Moroccan My dream and hope are that one day I will have what it takes to fully expand artistically, to finish my writings, and get better... Continue Reading →

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