The blue caterpillar
"Who are you" he breathed through hookah smoke, pressed from his blue catarpillar lungs. I wondered. I wondered as the smoke surrounded my person and I became nothing but a cloud. I wondered as I lifted off the ground and I wondered as I awoke the next morning in my bed. Who am I? Who am I?
Well don't you worry my caterpillar man, because I finally found my answer. I am nobody. I am nobody, for when my teacher asked me in first grade what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered that I did not know. I am nodody, for when I reached highschool and my teachers asked me what university I wanted to go to, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, for when a boy told me he liked me and asked me why I thought he did, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, because I do not know. I do know myself and I never did, although I always claimed to. I lived my life following the system and the rules without ever knowing why and when I failed a test in school I cried becuase the other children cried and when I saw a spider running across the floor, I scram because the other children scram. I am shell. I am a vessel. But my shell is empty, my vessel uninhabited and my soul is crumbled up in a corner, like child hiding from the thunder. I am nobody, for I never allowed myself to be somebody. My whole life I have been shy, reserved and proper, never knowing why I did it, or for who. I am nobody but now when my teacher asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I can smile and say "somebody"
Very happy to report that Heartwood Literary Magazine published my short story "Saamiya" in a recent issue. "Saamiya" focuses on a depressed Muslim American teenager and her thoughts on the brave but fatal fate of Piggy from William Golding's "Lord of the Flies." I'd be delighted if you checked out my story and posted your thoughts below!
#religion #highschool #angst #lordoftheflies #mythopoesis
I'm sorry I'm late, I had car trouble.
My phone died.
I just love your new haircut.
I'll do it tomorrow.
Oh yeah, I remember you.
Did you make this? It tastes delicious.
I didn't know
I've only had one beer.
Go on, I'm listening.
She didn't mean anything.
Something came up.
Not tonight, I have a headache.
Get anything you want, I can afford it.
It wasn't me.
I'm not even hungry.
It came out of nowhere.
I'm on my way.
Oh, that makes sense.
And no, dear. You don't look fat in those jeans.
The Truth About Mystery
1. I'm from the Disney generation. The 90's princess program and bipidi bopidi boo.
2. I spent teenage dreams on Wes Craven and I still watch his movies too.
3. I never find inspiration if I'm searching. It just has to fall onto me.
4. My posts are a mix of emotions and thoughts that just came to be.
5. My brain seems to favor the rhyme scheme. I guess I could blame Eminem.
6. I still like to write a good story. Though they only come now and then.
7. My works are mostly sporadic. I post them as they flow in.
8. I'd write my facts about one, but I don't know where to begin.
9. My poems aren't exactly thought out. They're usually just me and the screen.
10. But I try to make them reveal a little bit more than what is seen.