• 3hree is WAR,  Stories

    3hree is WAR – Chapter 2

    Lisanna’s feet dangled from where she now rested at the bar. She sighed. Hayden had, once again, been on her mind. To be honest, he hadn’t really left there. He’d somehow engrained himself into every thought she’d had for this past week, making it extremely difficult to focus on anything other than the man who’d saved her. His image was burned into her mind; his touch still scorched her skin. He consumed her being. Not because he had seemed like a prince on a white horse when he’d rescued her, which he had, but because he seemed to be everywhere lately.  Since the incident, he’d returned to visit her at…

  • 3hree is WAR,  Stories

    3hree is WAR – Chapter 1

    Lisanna glanced at the clock once more, trying to muster the energy to return to work. Her break had been over for almost five minutes and yet she had not moved from her position in the break room. It was Sunday and she had a million things to do upon returning home. Her three page essay on Commerce in the United States was due the following morning and, so far, she’d only managed to write her name on the paper. She wanted to cry. Glancing at the clock once more, she sighed. If it was possible to stop time, Lisanna would already have willed the night to freeze, giving her…

  • 3hree is WAR,  Stories

    3hree is WAR – Prologue

    The concept of loving someone was foreign to Hayden. He’d grown up without a mother to show him compassion, without a father to teach him respect, and without a family to correct his faults. It may sound strange, but it was the truth that Hayden was alone. In a way, his very existence was cursed; and yet, he was blessed. He had never struggled to survive, never gone without.  His father was the Chairman and CEO of Aberdine Corp.; a cognitive, neurobiological, and genetic research facility based out of Minato, Japan and his mother was a local idol named International Model of the Year for two years running. When his…

  • Poetry

    //My Love Poem’s Title

    if (love = 0, love < 1, love++) // Why is love so difficult? You’ve heard the phrase “love is blind”. Did you also hear that love is cruel? Reciprocation in love is not a trade. You cannot exchange sweet nothings for emotion. It is the mutual affirmation of your feelings. // What do you do when you fall in love with someone that will never be yours? If love at first sight is real, then what to do when you fall in love with a pretty face? What do you do when you love that which you cannot have? They say “you cannot force love”. But you can no…

  • Poetry

    The Price of Love

    If I opened my wallet and dumped what little change I had on the counter, beside the man in blue, would he acknowledge me? Could I buy his time, his companionship, if only for a moment? It’s possible, though I am doubtful, that he would accept. That is not love, though, merely the illusion of camaraderie. Two lonely souls seeking satisfaction without consequence. He may love the body, for a night or two, but his heart would not be mine. I cannot write, on the lines of  my checkbook, paid for love. But if, just if, it was possible, to buy this emotion I speak of, what would be the…

  • Poetry

    Motherhood

    If I were to say that I am good at what I do, that would be a lie. I am struggling, constantly. I can’t keep up with the demands of life. I am trying to be the perfect parent but I am failing. I want to set a good example but I am falling apart. Ripping at the seams, I can’t continue with this façade. Everything is not okay. If I took out an ad in the paper, it would read: “Single mother of one seeking a reset button, advice, support, and companionship.” Would anyone answer? People say I am spreading myself to thin but what can I do? My…

  • Poetry

    Portrait of Obsession with Love and Fire

    You could never have imagined that your simplistic romance would warp into something more. You expected this relationship would either develop beautifully or would fade quickly. There was no way that you the child in love with love could comprehend him or the obsessive thoughts of a boy who wanted to possess you not love you forever. How did it come to this? How did you end up trapped with him and his twisted mind? Your seat at the table is wet with tears and gasoline. You’re tied to the chair swollen eyes pleading for release. What did you do to deserve this? Your wrists have been cut by the…

  • Poetry

    anticlimax

    like an inexperienced child moving through the shadows of this world I follow, vulnerable and afraid skirting the edge of reason – I cling to his body deceived by soft words quivering at the chill of his touch his mouth on my neck & his hands on my ass we toss aside consequence scorched by need we drown ourselves in flesh in attempt to escape the mundane & reinvent ourselves pressed against one another my body wet beneath his my pulse racing towards the darkness if I claimed he was my person that would be a lie his body is only temporarily  an extension of mine we have no people…

  • Poetry

    On Camera

    I watch the video with a heavy heart. No one speaks up, as the man is beaten. No one steps in, as the man is abused. No one defends him, although he is defenseless. I watch the video with a heavy heart. I hear the man’s sobs. I see fresh blood staining his skin. I feel the hatred radiating from the officer. I watch the video with a heavy heart. Why does nobody stop the violence? Why does nobody defend this man? Why does everybody pull out their phone to record? I watch the video with a heavy heart. What should I think of a society who bullies the weak?…

  • Poetry

    War in My Heart

    There’s a terrorist wreaking havoc in my heart, though he’s gone today. There’s a war, too close to home, yet it takes him so far away. Drip, drop. Tears down my face, salty but bittersweet.  I kissed him yesterday but today he’s gone. The taste of his chocolate lips I won’t meet. I said good-bye while tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn’t let him see me cry.  Although separated by an ocean, the war is at my door. Sensō kono mune ni, I cannot take much more. Flip, flop. My heart tosses around. How much emotional pain can one bear? I held him yesterday but today he’s gone, the…