Have some hot chocolate + a poem

It’s Monday morning. My alarm went off at six, even though I went to bed at almost three. But then again, I have always viewed sleep as an overrated pastime. Spooned up the fluffy creaminess of greek yogurt, bananas and berries mixed in with it, and then heated up a mug of water, poured in …

A Riddle

For a recent assignment in literature, I was supposed to write a riddle inspired by those given in Jane Austen’s Emma (namely Mr. Elton’s significant one, which was intended to mean Courtship). I had a great deal of fun with it. This riddle is supposed to be from a studious guy to a girl he …

Yourself.

How can you make a difference when your thoughts never leave the page of your diary? How can you ever be a leader when you never think of something eloquent or powerful to say in a group or crowd? How can you affect society when you’d rather keep to the  back of the room, when …

Prose {a poem}

In the private stillness of nocturne, secrets Of the mind’s minstrel unravel lines of thought Intimacies of a writer, no regrets Manifested in the moving pen, the soul’s Bared to the page, unspoken wishes and wants Shocking on a stranger’s page, imagined whole. This pride of spirit unredeemed by scorning For the fellow’s words, speaks …