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  • Black Hole

    I inhabit the void, the vacuous space between life and death. I often catch sight of tourists, standing on the rocky cliffs above, staring out over a shoreless sea of nothing,naked and shivering, hoping to find a god. There is… Continue reading

    Black Hole

  • 1/30/13 – Late Night, Brown Couch

    I live in perpetual darkness. On occasion, I feel the warm glow of another. That gentle, unmistakable heat. I reach for it, and I am cast into a desert with a spotlight above. I am flooded with sensation, feeling, emotion.… Continue reading

  • 1/26/13 – Early afternoon, green armchair

    An old man sits on the dock, fishing. He is lost in the enchanting mystery that is the sea. When he was young, he would follow his father to the docks, watching him load crates on to the big ships… Continue reading

  • 1/25/13 – 1st period, English 3 Honors

    Such jealousy from a subtle glance. The blaze a slight smile can ignite. We may not actively seek attention, yet each slow glance between them drives an icy dagger of resentment into my heart. But the result is not blood;… Continue reading

  • 1/25/13 – Morning, on the bus

    Silence. He hangs in the air around me, refusing to leave side, clinging to me like grey does to an elephant’s hide. Hide. That’s something I try to do, but the funny thing about Silence is that try as I… Continue reading

  • 1/24/13 – 7th period, Honors Calculus

    I am trapped in an ocean of meaningless conversation, floating on a door of unfulfillment. It has a brass handle. I drift in and out of consciousness with the up and down of the swells. Rage at my vacuous surroundings… Continue reading

  • 1/24/13 – 2nd period, French 3

    Why do we learn? Why do we sacrifice? I remain caught between opposing sides of serving a higher purpose. To be a martyr for the oppressed, to dedicate and possibly sacrifice oneself in every sense is a virtuous and noble… Continue reading

  • 1/24/13 – Before school, on the bus

    Why is it the boundaries of what exists and what doesn’t are drawn by the senses? The surreal is not imaginary, it is a separate metaphysical dimension. The senses are only determined by an individual’s cognitive skills, so who among… Continue reading

  • 1/23/13 – 7th period, Honors Calculus

    I am a high school student and have recently started to record my experiences in class as  my school day progresses. I cry out silently, listening to my deepest thoughts and emotions echo off of the tender, stone walls of… Continue reading