Christina Sayedarous

  • December 18, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    This is for the women who are lost in the darkness and when they place their arms out, they receive a burned lightbulb. For the women, who are too scared of the sharks to go back in the water and are searching for someone to bring the water to them. You have given so much

  • November 19, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    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

  • October 31, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    Imagine a flower sitting on a window sill, Waiting to be watered with fresh water; A pot is placed over it, and what comes down is nothing fresh but toxic. Toxicity makes its way through the roots of the flower, And it could no longer nourish; This is you when you stay glued to toxic

  • October 26, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    you leaned closer to me with her on your mind, and as your lips met mine, you weren’t kissing me. your mind was full of the thoughts of her. you missed the sensation you felt as her lips touched yours. you look for her when we go to the same places you went with her. my

  • October 7, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    On Oct. 7, 2017, the Auburn Police Department received a phone call at 3:49 a.m. from a woman reporting that she had been sexually assaulted. According to the Auburn Police, the woman had stated that “the rapper, whose real name is Cornell Iral Haynes, Jr., assaulted her on a tour bus parked on Outlet Collection

  • September 26, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

    This is a poem about learning to finally be happy despite not being around the people that you love. At times we find ourselves attached to people who do nothing but hurt and bring us down. This is a reminder that you can be happy even without people.   You couldn’t compare me to a

  • September 23, 2017By Christina Sayedarous

      I took a look at the scars on my wrist and to me it only resembled an old fight, a new story to be told and an old experience that made me the strong person I am today. I know I am not alone and I’m not the only one who broke a razor