Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

Dar Cuenta

Yo arruiné mi presente por pensar que mi pasada va a repetir. Yo vi algunas señales q asocio con el dolor, y hui. Yo no quise quedar y arriesgarme a recibir El tipo de dolor q he sentido muchas veces antes de él. Pero todavía me siento tan mal, llorar como si fuera alguna mujer… Continue reading Dar Cuenta

Creative Writing, Personal

Sporadically Calculated: five

The next day, Holly’s friend Jonah, who she met almost a year ago in a junior transfer, and was one of the most hilariously entertaining people she knew, traveled over an hour to Berkeley, all the way from Fremont, just so the two could catch up. Holly could tell Jonah about him, and her summer,… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: five

Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)