Written on Sep, 08, 2017
by ZiyanaK
I’ve never been so tired – but it’s the kind of tired would you wait your whole life to feel because that’s how you know you are living this life with your whole heart and soul. *** I didn’t know it was possible…
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 Dec, 30, 2016
by ZiyanaK
Vanity controls all. Some are ashamed of being less than perfect, and their vanity compels them to hide within the dark. Some are proud of being ideally beautiful, and their vanity compels them to appear before the light. But all are controlled by…
Written on Dec, 18, 2016
by ZiyanaK
Ice is an unwavering anchor, a cool and handsome medium that can be sculpted to perfection. In ice, there is reason and purity, but there is also a sense of restriction and exile. While the security of isolation can be found, there is…
Written on Oct, 27, 2016
by ZiyanaK
My sky was meant to be painted in the raw spectrum of the rainbow, where every color jumped in vibrant exclamations of wanting to be great. Every hue in my sky was meant to be lurid and glaring, flaming in its brilliance, thriving…
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 Dec, 06, 2015
by ZiyanaK
You slide my eyelids shut and braid my lashes tight into silent, sleek ropes of prison. You pour liquid shadows into the pupils of my softening eyes, so it hurts to see the light, so that sharp glares spin themselves with pain into…
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