All posts tagged in Literature
It’s impossible not to have heard of Romeo and Juliet. Yes, the Shakespearean play. It is possible, though, that the idea that we generally have of Juliet and of the play in general is either wrong or mainly romanticized. Juliet does not act the way we would expect a woman of the 16th century Verona
I have not found my greatest purpose in life yet, but I believe I am almost there. Yesterday, my purpose was sleeping. Two days back, it was more sleeping. I can’t really speak on behalf of what I will have for tomorrow, but I believe that today, my purpose is reminiscing. I wish to leave
The crowd is screaming for me. That is what I am telling myself. My hands slide down my black silk bodice that snugly fits my torso. Then my touch grazes over my tightly wound bun. The lights fade. The music begins. I blink, and I am on stage, beginning in first position, my body poised
As with any crush, you low-key hope that they eventually become more than just your crush and with any crush of mine, I always tell myself and others that I’m not expecting for anything to happen even though I still kind of am. Expecting isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it does put your hope
The Volez Voguez Voyagez Louis Vuitton Exhibition is located at 86 Trinity Pl, New York, NY 10006. This exhibit opened on Oct. 27, 2017, and closes on Jan. 7, 2018, so it is still open for visitations. My visit on Nov. 10 gave me a historical outlook on the origin of the brand that many
In segregated America, progressives used the slogan “we all bleed the same blood” to counter the division, but in Mare Barrow’s world, blood is exactly what divides them. A young adult dystopian called Red Queen is my favorite piece of literature for multiple reasons. Blood divides Mare’s world; having red blood means one is inferior
Crushes are the most annoying thing to have, especially when nine out of 10 times your crush is crushing on someone else. I have had many a conversations with my crushes, and they have all ended badly, after I messed something up; this poem is just a summary or a run-down of what usually happens
It’s so easy to pass judgment on someone you haven’t met; it’s even easier when you hear them speak except they’re not talking with you — at you. However, there are those instances wherein someone actually converses with you and you’re so fascinated and excited from the rush conversation brings that, along the way, you become one
Scrolling through Twitter is just about the only thing I do aside from schoolwork. Part of the reason is because of the stories that I come across on my timeline. Someone will be posting about their family reunion, their best friend or their heartbreak and it’s interesting to be able to see life with another
For some reason, I’ve never been an expressive or affectionate person, especially towards my parents. It’s always been easier for me to send the message through my actions or through my writing—this poem is just one of many examples. I’ve always had these thoughts, but have never felt so strongly that I had to put
I reach for my phone to unlock it and jot something down in my Notes app. It’s my last love poem. I’m writing my last love poem and it’s difficult to believe because let’s be honest, what else is there that people want to hear? Social issues? No one wants to read about that —
