collection of personal prose and poetry.

on the edge of death
My mind was shattered, my tongue was twisted, and my heart was broken into two. 2
Pieces, real yet imaginary, came falling onto the earth, sparking an emotional fuse. 3
Thoughts, deep, dark and dim, shadowed my mind’s eye, as I waited for my Lord or my death to come. 4
As much as I had wanted death in my sleep at that point, I had vowed that I would never succumb. 5
Death had appealed to me, after losing all strength and courage. 6
However, instead of always burning friendships, I wanted to live and try to repair some of the emotional wreckage. 7
Feeling rather scared and dizzy all of a sudden, I collapsed onto my bed. 8
I heard my father’s voice, the sadness, and the salty tears that I had shed. 9
His strength and the bounce of gravity overcame me at that weak moment, and I was in the car already. 10
My mom was in the backseat with me, trying to keep my vibrating body steady. 11
Arguments, baffled voices, tools and bright lights-Oh my God, no-please! 12
As I gathered the courage to look at my surroundings, I recognized the place that I had promised myself I wouldn’t be. 13
A possible eating disorder and anger problems had won me over, and it seemed as though all hope was lost. 14
Although I knew that my parents loved me, their frustration and unconditional love had somehow crisscrossed. 15
Through my slitted eyes, I made out shiny, clean mopped floors, all too friendly doctors lab coats, and brain scanners in the room. 16
I looked around this place called Ten Broeck, and in my mind, there was suddenly a strong wave of doom. 17
After many tests, prodding and probing, I was sent to some counseling for my anger. 18
This was done at the expensive fee that it was, in hopes that I would return somehow saner. 19


Drifting by in school, not reaching my fullest potential, and by not sorting through my jungle of anger, was not the healthy solution. 20
Death is a puzzling promise, but life is a wonder and an illusion. 21

possessed by poltergeists
Walking along the moonlit stone path, this young teenage couple is attached at the hip. 3
Lasting forever is their steady flow of love, and the true blessing of friendship. 4
Talking amongst themselves, it starts to pour down rain. 5
On the cold street, they pass a wounded baby crane. 6
All of a sudden, they slip into what they think is a mucky puddle. 7
The two hear a deep, roaring voice but they can’t make out the words; instead there comes a hideous mongrel. 8
This creature shouts some magic words, and the two are caught in a whirlwind of flying debris, dripping blood and falling bones. 9
Inside this hurricane of terror, the couple are thrust down into a deep drain, where the voice still drones. 10
Once inside, the two realize that this evil place is not a drain, but a dungeon, where snakes are possessed, cranes can no longer think for themselves, and where skulls become alive. 11
Suddenly the teenagers, frightened indeed, are swept into a cave by murky, grimy water. 12
Yet the harder they try to fight the demons that are slowly possessing them, their chance of survival is looking more and more bleaker. 13
It is then that the girl realizes that the wounded baby crane was a sign of the demons, that are clearly haunting the torturous hell below. 14
Although the couple is scared, there is no turning back. 15
The two shall ultimately feel the Devil’s wrath. 16
However, as they exit the cave and enter into a dimly lit arc with low ceilings, their minds realize that they no longer have their own feelings. 17
Running and falling, slipping in water, there is a slim chance, if they can just a fight a little harder. 18
Swimming towards the light, bites and tears on their bloody legs, they see an Angel of the Heavens. 19
Begging the Angel to save them, she obliges and takes them away from the Villains. 20
Above, on solid ground, they two collapse into, near death, into a stream. 21
While thinking of God, a golden crane of Satan swoops overhead, with a message: “This was a true nightmare and a symbol to the World; it was not just a Dream”.

souls and spirits
Souls and spirits haunt the Earth, hiding in a park or church. Souls and spirits haunt the room, lost in a world of doom and gloom. She yells, she screams, her heart is ripped at the seams. Souls and spirits drain the minds, of innocent people trying to hide. Souls and spirits haunt the waters, searching for a reason to slaughter. Souls and spirits roam the casket, causing quite a disturbing racket. Souls and spirits haunt the grave, recruiting the souls of the courageous and brave. Souls and spirits scurry off into the dark, leaving an imprint, a deadly mark.

emotions
Anger filled her mind with fire, the venom of envy was burning inside her. The mystic told her fear would come, yet the pain was still so numb. Sadness overshadowed her heart, her Auntie’s death had ripped her soul apart. Breathing hard and running fast, she tries to duck her foggy past. Running and running and getting her nowhere, all she really wants is for someone to understand her. Sickness fills her mind with dread- she’s holding on tight to that breakable thread. Finally, happiness unclouds her mind, and reminds her how she survived.

beyond the curtain

“ Beyond the Curtain”

Beyond the curtain of perfection, a certain girl felt trapped.
Her future was uncertain, it was curvy and yet unmapped.

She was the ditzy girl who was popular among the school.
This girl walked with a strut, and had a certain type of rule.

Beyond the curtain of perfection, she suffered problems unknown to most.
She was almost at the edge of giving up hope.

This girl was destructive to the people she loved.
A lot of times, she felt shadowed in a box and gloved.

Beyond the curtain of perfection, anger surged through her at simple moments.
Putting on a happy face to please the audience, and hiding her tyrants.

She was the shy, writer girl that no one seemed to understand.
Her friends were even coming to a dead end.

Beyond the curtain of perfection, she found her good Lord’s light.
If she hadn’t, her future might not have been bright.

She is currently full of quiet glee.
That girl is me.