A Response to Mr. Derek O’Brien, and the Trina Mool Congress.

Sir, I’ve been a personal fan of yours since I was a kid. I remember I’d see you on TV hosting your quiz show and dream about making it there myself someday. My grandmother used to buy me your books when I was a child and tell me that reading them would make me smart [...]

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Poem 5

Here’s an ode to meaningless diction that holds no weight for lovers of rhyme, or frail but labyrinthian fiction, whose grand uncertainties adorn their time. My ruminations cause amusement as I am led to face a fact: Words unworthy of employment glide through centuries, intact. Humankind! Open your eyes! Thy hard-drive’s brimming full with junk. [...]

My Blog is Starving…

So here's  2 (of 6) parts of a class assignment I did 2.5 months ago. This has been my favourite homework of all time. What we did was pick a character from a list of plays, and construct an introduction for the character, in the character's own manner of speech (Our prof called it "acting-on-paper"). And also talk about [...]

Sunset

She sits down on her usual bench, even though the wood is still damp owing to the the morning downpour. Instinctively, her hands make their way inside the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt the next second, and find out that she's out of cigarettes. She looks at the pigeons perched along the edges of the tin roofs [...]

Bad Movies

FOREWORD: Inspiration is a bitch with real bad timing cuz I have a 3000 word essay on Human Resource Management and a final exam on the same that are due tomorrow (actually today cuz it’s 01:05 am) and I’ve been writing this love song.   She’s waiting on someone who used to send her notes [...]

Poem 4

  The swaying trees retain their peace— The streets remain unchanged… This town, though, is in jeopardy methodically arranged. The faction sworn to set us free from a foreign scourge is one enthralling fallacy of which our minds need purge. How long until we comprehend how they have chained our thoughts, and that, until we [...]

Poem 3

  I put myself on foreign land in search of Travellers’ Gold; but faces there, all fresh, but bland, turned my elation cold. The boundaries all seemed to heed were of visage and speech — ’Twas arduous, thus, to proceed and isolation breach. One’s countenance does not decide the order of their heart. Have not [...]