Category Archives: writing

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When I was younger I wrote poems for my mother. They weren’t anything fancy, nothing award winning or of literary sensation—just short, small, not-even-more-than-a-few-lines poems; the kind short enough to be haikus but just lacking that rhyming scheme.  I was sitting on her custom designed Windows computer—customized to be an easy-to-use gadget for the blind […]

Hollow Men (T.S. Elliot)

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Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without […]

Sarah Dessen

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After finally reading Meg Cabot’s Jinx, I was browsing my school library’s limited book selection, looking for something sweet, romantic, and Meg Cabot like. And the first book I found was What Happened to Goodbye, about a girl named Mclean Sweet, who made a habit of creating new persons for herself and then just disappearing, […]

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So this one time out in Utah, I had come to visit my family for the holidays. While I was there, I hung out with my friend Julia. It was about ten o’ clock when we decided to take a walk. On our way back, we saw a green cart. It was one of those […]

You had Me at Hello

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Sitting along in the coffee shop Not looking for love, only a place to rest my head down I looked around– and saw you in the coffee line, Brown hair, soft smile, bright green eyes That met mine, and then you smiled, and you mouthed “Hello”. It probably was only fifteen seconds, but that was […]

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Vampire Knight: Prose, Shorts, and Poetry chapter two: “Boundaries”, released now! Read a short synopsis below, then go check it out! Title: Boundaries Pairing: KanamexYuuki Genre: Shorts, Angst/Drama Rating: T+ Brief Summary: Lust, Desire, Longing. Feral and overpowering. Inescapable. Where will the line be drawn? Siblings, lovers–what are they really? Vampire Knight: Prose, Shorts, and […]

Chasing Pavements (Old Post)

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Utterly down, blue; the pigment of the sky, only deeper, like a rainstorm gray. Falling, like the quarter the little Italian child dropped from Pisa; it landed five meters away. Drowning, in sad-colored garments, hues of emotions melded in cast-iron, forming a sculpture of deformity, knocked off a table, broken, shattered beyond repair; dead —and […]

Glitter Galore (Old Post)

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That above is a picture of glitter. I love. Glitter. I love make-up. I love…glittery make-up. Therefore, that picture is lovelovelovelovelove. So, last night I was talking to Eli and Kristy, and I totally fell asleep at like 8:30…woke up at 11:59, and then at six this morning. I feel incredible! Was reading about how […]

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The best thing to do when the going gets tough, is to stop for a minute and realize why everything’s become so hard. Then, when you realize why, turn away and cut loose the parts of your life that are hurting you. It isn’t easy, but enough is enough sometimes. (Me) -MAL