by Melech Bialo I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna talk about how things can always be worse. Things can also be better. I don't wanna talk about being positive all the time, brushing aside the metaphorical strand of hair that may represent the challenges that are constantly in my face. I don't … Continue reading For Better or Worse
i feel like a sometimes-poet. this day happens to to be one of those cloudy ones where all you want to do is roll up your sleeves and mindlessly scroll through your instagram, deleting photos of those moments where you were distinctly unhappy but posted smiles anyway. i'm on a deleting spree and i accidentally … Continue reading sometimes-poet
"Pursuit of Happiness?" by Neka Barrera “You've decided to live your life a certain way. You're an adult (maybe) and have chosen your way to be, your pursuit of happiness. Your parents are either super supportive, or... Less than. You may not see eye to eye. How has it affected you? Do you feel guilt? … Continue reading Parental Dissonance V
Unsure if I should tell you what I'm feeling for fear of you spreading my emotions to others passing around my worries sharing it with the rest of the class, while I sit there, face beet red and waiting till I get sent to the principal. not a good enough reason to disrupt the lesson … Continue reading Can You Keep It?
Staring at the tiles Spreadsheets Blinding screens Made brighter by the overwhelming headlights of my own expectation. Sans motivation. How can I earn a vacation when I'm on the brink of humiliation, when my mind is devastation, consumed with creation and elation yet stifled by industrialization. When my eyes think, blink, bending over the sink … Continue reading An Exercise in Forgiveness
Sometimes I just want to Throw my phone in the toilet And roll up the windows Of my car that no longer starts And scream at the top of my lungs Through the open sunroof But I can't Because the tow truck took it away I got $120 for it, a day's pay I gave … Continue reading Your Typical Wednesday
Surrounded by city smells, gas and fast food, bacon in the mornings, BBQ in the evenings, the noise, cacophony, beating at my ears not remotely near the desperate tapping of the pulse at my throat a tree canopy, startlingly green, marred by the zooming vehicles and the incessant beeping of the deafening, jarring, angry morning … Continue reading Greenhouse