Written on Jun, 24, 2017
by ZiyanaK
After all, hope is just the word grown-ups use for magic. *** I’ve only seen you once, at Grand Central Station when you smiled at me and then disappeared into the blur of people, but right then I knew that you would…
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 Jan, 20, 2017
by ZiyanaK
Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their darkness out like ink, to blacken the days…
Written on Jan, 12, 2017
by ZiyanaK
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent confinement and freedom, the idea of a game…
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 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 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
The lights flashed in a pulsating alternation of red and green, blue and orange, yellow and purple. With the music pounding in my ears and the sway of sweaty, passionate bodies pressed against me, I could feel my heart beat in time with…
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