Lost Riverbank

I walked down the riverbank,

Lost and lonely in the dark,

Waiting for you to return to me

And my open heart 

But you never returned

And one day I fell, waiting

For you. I landed in the water

And breathed deep, letting the 

Water penetrate deep inside.

Always know you were the

Reason why I fell,

Lonely and broken without you. 

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Lost Trust

Fiction poem highlighting a common issue.

Lost Trust

 

I screamed and begged for

You to stop the pounding and pain

Yet you refused to listen

To my frightened voice.

 

You drugged me and it worked,

But not entirely and so I awoke

And felt the pounding and the pain

Deep in my gut.

 

When you finished, you collapsed

On top and still inside of my frail

And violated body. You broke my trust,

And lost trust is forever gone.

First Year of College

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This is a little late. July is just around the corner but classes ended in Mid-May. Better late than never.

The first year of college is an experience I will never forget. There were so many ups and downs throughout the year.

Classes are a story all in their own. Some classes would kill you with the work load while others were so easy that I could write or use my phone and still get an A. It all depended on the subject and the professor so this is not a one-size-fits all situation. However, once you get into your 3000 and 4000 level courses, junior and senior, then the classes are more difficult and attention has to be paid.

Involvement is something very important and something to look into while in college. Involvement makes connections and connections are important in your life further down the line. Whether it be in making connections that land an internship or a job, or connections to get into graduate school, or a simple reference, being involved in any sort of organization on campus will give you a boost during your time in college. By making the connections early on during your freshman year, it is even better as the people you connect with will know you more by the end of your undergraduate career.

People you meet either in class or in clubs is also another part of the college experience. Some people you will meet and click with in a heartbeat, becoming amazing friends. Others will rub-off against you like oil does to water; they just can’t mix. Some can hide, and it will take practice to find out who those people are that are pretending to be friends but are just there to be popular and have a large friend group. Among those people could be possible romantic interests, as I have seen many friends enter relationships during their first year of college.

Lastly, there could be much more to write but I want to keep it short and sweet, there is the aspect of being away from family. There are people that live with family and drive to college, but my focus is on being away from family because that is what I know. The one thing I know for sure for my friends that are commuters is that many had family issues because the family wanted to see them more, but it wasn’t as easy as going to school and studying at home like in high school.

Being away from home put a strain on my family and me. It isn’t easy, was never easy and won’t be easy for the next few years. Having a support system is important, whether it be close friends, family, or even clubs. I managed to find that in Greek life but not everyone has to do that. During the academic year, I would become ill more frequently due to stress and not knowing how to cope. Without my family nearby, I would often wonder how I could handle being alone. I could but also couldn’t. Missing family was also a big proponent, having spent very little time away from family.

So many decisions made, but in the end it is worth it. Getting involved and meeting people is important along with taking classes seriously. You’re paying for them so be serious and do the work, do not screw around. But then again, college is an individual basis, each person will have different experiences. Make the most of it.

IllusionsĀ 

Another short story that I wrote. I have started writing them, practicing for a full novel that I am working on. Hope y’all enjoy.

Illusions


I am hiding away from the demons. They always come at night. That’s why I keep all the lights on in the apartment. The more the better.

There are knives underneath my pillow. I need something to protect myself with if they brave the light.

My greatest treasure, my greatest accomplishment, is my padded floor and walls. Should they decide to attack, and one day they will, I have cushion to bounce from and to keep the demons attached. They hate the cotton of the walls. 

I’m going to sleep now. My armor has my arms ready, on my back, with my knives at my fingertips. 

I welcome the demons. I welcome them in their white skin to come at me. I will draw their blood, like they did to me. 

Unforgotten Passion

A short story I made. Hopefully, you enjoy this little story.

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We were young and wild that night. We were free from all the barriers of society and we loved each other the entire night.

Do you remember that magical night?

That night of love and joy. We got lost in each other’s skin that night. A night in paradise with my night in shining armor. The passion does not compare to anything since then, no lover has matched the passion we had, the love we made.

Since I lost you, I have been unable to find the same passion as we had. The love for one another has been untouched. The flame remains dead and cannot be reignited by anyone,

You died too young. However, I know for sure you are in paradise.

The Path

Upon reaching a pivotal moment in life, you have to make a life altering decision, a decision that will change who you are for better or for worse.

The Path

I stop at the fork in the road;

One path leads me down the path of honor,

While the other will damn me for my greed.

The path so far has been both,

An easy yet difficult path to travel.

Just before my body drops

Into the crystal water,

I must make a decision about

Who I will be.

Both paths have been beaten and used,

Leaving no clue about how to turn.

What path do I take;

How shall I determine my life?

 

 

 

That Night

I remember that fateful night,

A night of love and sin,

A night I forgot myself

And fell to the lust

Of your arms and eyes.

That night, your skin

Felt so good and exhilarating

On my skin,

Yet it was so wrong

But it felt so right,’

 

I remember that fateful night,

So good and so right;

I know that if anyone knew,

My life would change in

Crazy ways but your never would.

That night, I was introduced to

The iron needle

But I was unafraid of it

And I let it pierce my skin.

 

That night, I lost myself

In your arms and eyes,

Into your skin and poison

On that fateful night.