Page Twelve: You and them

You used to say, How evil are they, To say those words, So cruel and unspeakable. To do those things, So vicious and absurd.   Now I look at them, And then at you, And I see a lost gem. You let them devour you, You and your darling soul, That used to be my…

Page Eleven: 10 things only girls who grew up with boys will understand.

Three brothers. Eight male cousins. A rowdy but good-natured childhood. « You’re surrounded by boys. » »You’re a tomboy. » « You play with Hotwheels instead of Barbies. » « You dress like your dad. » Growing up in a family full of boys, people would always tell me stuff like this almost every day. I have two sisters but they were the…

Page Ten: With your smile

With your smile, I see life in pink. With your smile, I feel like I could sink, Down into the depths of infatuation. Foolish as it may sound, But with your smile, I think my light is found.   With your smile, Everything feels light, Though I may not know you, But boy, you make…

Page Nine: Back on track

After a 5-month hiatus, I’m back on expressing life again. 2016, the last year of my student life. It’s a little melancholic to think that soon the prospects of essay-writing, presentations, pitches, group assignments and all that jazz will be gone – not that I fully enjoyed doing them. But these things have been a…

Page Eight: I promise

The melodic sound of the salty waves as they lapped into the shore, Does nothing but soothe and calm our hungry souls. You took my hand and I took yours, As we carelessly go for a stroll. Feeling the warmth and electricity you give me, Run through my veins and up my spine, Through the…