There is a saying

That we are worth more

Than the sum of our parts

It's like saying the sun

Isn't a star

It's a concept

I can't believe

My cracks

Merging and breaking

More than it all

But I never feel myself

By the end

Bottling my feelings

Before I

Dragging my emotions along

Deepening the cracks

Do not or do

Hearts slashed apart

Here is everywhere and not

Have nothing but my own thoughts

...

Drips of rain splash the earth

Names hushed amongst the wisps

My heart nestled in a warm hearth

Governed by its surroundings

Hustled by the rush

Did we ever know how hard it would be

Looking out to the brilliance

but never seeing within?

Leaving my nature behind

like climbing up a ladder

but every stair crumbles when

you grip the next rung

Left hanging for naught

As you look down

you see that i...

She slumped to the floor. Everyone was dead. It all could’ve been over if they had only listened. When she took an ax and fire to the wooden horse. When she ran the streets, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear as she sobbed her visions to the ground. Only the women were left; their fate–she knew, and she wanted to yell in the injustice of it all. Nothing was left to do but divvy up the women f...

Cassandra had never been understood. Every time she opened her mouth, no one would listen. Her opinion was disregarded and dismissed as the ramblings of the insane. She couldn't remember one moment where her voice wasn't stifled.

So, she sat there–silent.

Hoping that maybe someone would ask, “Cassandra–what do you think about this?”

It wasn't like she could answer them anyway. They had crushed he...

Her name was Trust, and she was nothing like her name. She would roll your secrets into a small orb, and gift it to anyone interested in its colors. Even if they said nothing, she would surprise them, wrapping the ball in pretty paper, and dropping it at their feet, letting them figure out what she had said.

She was only a step on the Rumor train.

Hundreds stepped on the platform, leaving orbs r...

A notebook

Casing of roses

Withered vines forming the lock

And the roses hiding the faces

Of those penned before

In the bloody petals—

The faces who wrote before

stand there, beheaded

with no way out

Trapped in the sanguine

Bloodthirsty flowers

Sucking the writer within.

the notebook of

overlooked writers

and concealed inspiration...

Chased

He was ablaze

burning up the road

but fire can't last forever

Slowly

slowly

he waned

He was the moon

but forever couldn't breathe

And the tides drowned him

Only remembered

by the remnant of smoke

and the absence of light.

he withered

fell apart

Like a blossom

who forgot what water was

And vanished

Just smoke

and the absence of light

Instead of a blazing fire.

…

Missing

where was ...

She had always been runner-up

Always the second place

Always the one who didn't make it

Forgotten

while the confetti showers-

and she forces herself to remember

That she won instead

That instead of in the shadows

She basked in the light

Confetti in her hair

When she had forever been

forgotten

never to be seen...

Riya looked on as Daya scrambled to find the ring. Daya began to rub her temples, knowing that sooner or later, Riya would end up laughing at the entire situation. She kept digging as patrons of the esteemed restaurant rose their eyebrows, wondering what kind of grime had stumbled upon their elegant dinner. They, however, held their head high because even if the mere presence of the two was degrad...

She wanders around, looking for cucumbers as she suddenly spots him. He stands in front of her, nervously wringing his fingers.

“Hi..? Can you let me pass?” She says, hoping that he’d just move out of her way.

“Oh! Sorry, I just wanted to ask you-”

“Ask me what? C’mon, Casimir-destroyer of peace. Come up with something a little less stalkery if you want me back.” She interjects, yet again praying ...