The boy sitting next to her on the warm, sun-baked tiles was already so much more than she could ever be. Life had bumped, bruised and battered him, but it molded him into this infinite human being. She was certain that even if she were to spend the rest of her life with him, she … More “That night, she said nothing…”
Why can’t I wear crop-tops And dye my hair pink Why must I care what other people think? Why can’t I pierce my ears And dance night and day Why must I care what other people say? Why can’t I speak my mind And wear shiny shoes Why must I care what ‘normal’ people do? … More Why can’t I…?
“I’m afraid,” she whispered in the dim, yellow light which warmly lit our fortress. These words, only ever spoken to my best friend, were absorbed by the sheets that protected us, silenced to the world, never to be repeated. We felt completely safe in this feeble structure because we knew even if fire rained from … More “I’m afraid I’ll never fall in love.”
“Because you’re a girl…” A statement I’ve never really understood. I could not grasp the fact that your gender was a legitimate excuse for not having the ability to do something. Especially something you really want to do. “Don’t sit like that. You’re a girl.” “You can’t go out that late. You’re a girl.” “You … More “Because you’re a girl…”
These are the nights When I want to write With a summer breeze caressing my face My hair disheveled and full of grace With the dogs howling at the gleaming moon The dawn striking much too soon The stars twinkling in the wine-dark sky Each one winking with an infinite smile Some stay awake, afraid … More Summer Nights
I read and write. Not merely as a pastime or hobby. For those words are far too mundane. To describe the journey of words so poetic. … More Reasons why I read, reasons why I write.