We were sitting across from each other studying (him psych, me econ)
 snickering when the guy next to us shook his foot like a rabbit.

The overwhelming loneliness that’s become too common overcame me. 

I gazed at the snow flakes falling in the courtyard with pain in my eyes.

Felt him watching, studying me.

Turning from the window.
Staring straight into his eyes

I asked 
“Does this school ever make you feel like a ghost?
And he whispered back with a wry smile



  1. You should know your writing always gives me the chills. Your words are so raw, so true, so genuine, so relatable.

    Keep writing! You've got a gift.

    -N (runfree129.wordpress.com

  2. Wow, that was beautiful and a little melancholy at the same time. Thank you for sharing. Anyone who is in school could relate to that.



  3. heh... dunno if i can really write what i want to. I'm free from togetherness but not free to fully be myself. and this knowledge haunts every step, dragged or not. felt like i was gonna faint the whole day. got pretty pale, was sweating a little excessively. and every moment hating how i can't remedy the disappointments others project-about myself and other things. chasing perfect sounds when maybe i should just listen to the music. i have no eyes to look into and poor eyes to look from. only stones of discomfort and polished rocks of apathy which need to bleed before they can take what i want to give in. with red hands finally open and red eyes for once not closed, i fall to my knees, exhaling vapor and letting red spittle fly, expressing my soul- my wonderings at how anyone could hug or want a hug from me, a broken and dirtied corpse with a mechanical pump, shreds of flesh blowing in the wind, raw muscles too swollen to move and sunken eyes that glimmer as might a dark and empty pool, not deep enough to create the most terrible of monsters, but enough so that they may find a home here. movies and books always tell us that the epics and adventures are shadowed by reality and we can only connect with them through a surreal knowledge. but i've seen more than i want to. and i watch it over and over again. these memory tapes are rather worn for their length of life. almost too worn to realize that even in winter birds still sing and when the sun sinks the stars still shine. i have no words, only thoughts that only One other can understand. since you let me know, i thought i'd let you know.

  4. I know all about feeling like a ghost, and I'm glad I'm not in school anymore.

    How about following each other? Let me know on my blog!



  5. Aughhh. So freaking sad. I've been there. Worst feeling...ever.

  6. Hi. First of all, you have a beautiful blog, and seem like a very intriguing person. But what I wanted to ask you was the following: Your poetry and prose are amazing. I write poetry and narratives too, but am afraid of posting them on my blog because the internet is full of evil villains who steal your stuff. Have you protected your work in any way? I would love to know, because I too would love to share my stuff. Thank you! :)

  7. Sometimes I can totally relate to this.


"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.