Dried Ink

The First Tale

I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him. I would cry… Continue reading The First Tale

Dried Ink

ROOTS

Often times, we lie to ourselves We find solace in burying our pain deep We forget that these things buried alive  Grow roots and feed off our hearts   We convince ourselves that we are okay  we blind our eyes to our pain Ignoring the constant jabs and pokes at our wounds, Constantly salting it… Continue reading ROOTS

Uncategorized

Emma’s Note

The Three Minutes Blog is one!!!!!!! *screams* *somersaults* We've come a long way, and still have an amazing journey ahead of us. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to spend three minutes with us. I hope it has been worth every second. The Three Minutes Blog urges you to escape reality,… Continue reading Emma’s Note

Dried Ink

TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart   Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

Dried Ink

Moon’s Crest

I once knew a girl who had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Her smile was wide and bright, spreading across her face as her eyes sparkled and her lips formed a perfect moon’s crest. She never got into trouble as she would flash her dazzling smile and confuse our teachers. As a… Continue reading Moon’s Crest

Lost Letters

From Prodigal

Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..”  Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection  Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal

Lost Letters

From Moon

Dear You, The first day I saw you, I felt nothing. Your smile left no floating butterflies and your laughter echoed like an awkward noise. You were nothing to me but another embodiment of life and flesh; another stranger happening to pass by. After that day, you danced into my thoughts like a random glitch… Continue reading From Moon

Lost Letters

From Yellow

Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow