The Young Writer and the Teacher

I am an unremarkable writer, she said. "The words you chose is not what We've come to expect from you. It will not have an impact of any kind." My poems have no rhythm, she said. "It has no substance, no indications Of how a traditional poem should sound like. Why doesn't the end of … Continue reading The Young Writer and the Teacher

His Breaking Heart

There in the middle of the chaotic silence, he sat. Bit by bit, his heart’s slowly breaking. Hope is seeping through the cracks of his physical being and evaporating into nothing. Cold sweat dripping down his neck, landing on the collar of his shirt. ‘Words.’ He thought, ‘How can words hurt him so much?’ He got … Continue reading His Breaking Heart