Written on Jun, 24, 2017
by ZiyanaK
Even when I bathe in rosewater and wear dewdrops like a string of pearls I will never be able to make myself clean enough or pretty enough to sleep in between my bedsheets. *** It’s ironic hat I was always made fun of…
Written on Jun, 06, 2017
by ZiyanaK
I dream of a place where the sounds of waterfalls weave their way through nebula arches, where fish can dance in the sky among the fireworks, leaving trails of star-droplets for me to follow. *** I want to crawl on the scope…
Written on Jun, 06, 2017
by ZiyanaK
The flowers wrapped around streetlamps are dying. I can’t help but hope another tragedy will come along so I don’t have to stop admiring them. *** What you’ll never understand about me is that I am made of water, and just when you think…
Written on May, 13, 2017
by ZiyanaK
ROSEMARY: A young, fairy-tale loving girl who was raised by a gentle and attentive mother (MARIANNE). She is initially bright and hopeful, but as she grows older and more beautiful, she becomes the object of her mother’s jealousy. Thus her relationship with MARIANNE…
Written on Aug, 31, 2016
by ZiyanaK
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…
Written on Mar, 17, 2016
by ZiyanaK
Dear Human, My eyes, once bright like shiny new pennies, aglow with the promise of laughter and playtime, have dulled in the wake of dust and forgotten memories binding my wavering faith like manacles, pinning me- helpless- to your shelf. Unable…
Written on Jan, 28, 2016
by ZiyanaK
Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights. Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…
Written on Nov, 05, 2015
by ZiyanaK
I lie beside him in bed each night, deprived of sleep by his heavy, relentless snores. Every morning, I help him get out of bed with painstaking effort. I guide his slow, shuffling movements as he makes his way to the bathroom.…
Written on Oct, 02, 2015
by ZiyanaK
I am the ocean. I am calm and steady, though cool and distant towards those who pry into my life and swim in my waters without any knowledge of who I am. My personality in itself is a contradiction; I am of fierceness,…
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