[An Unwitnessed Murder]

He teased

Scared to breathe 

Completely ruined her 

He humiliated

Scared to express

Thoughts of regrets

He pulls her down

Afraid of being left behind

Full of fear

Water trinkets down the double almond shapes

That she's come to hate because of him

Down the face of 

To whom they would say beauty

To her, a face of terror 

One that feels no compassion

Creating a body of ocean

For someone who can't swim

Gasps for air

Transparent yells for help

Not a sound was let out

Her flailing arms have portrayed fear

Bystanders sit and stare

They witness 

They don't hear a plea for help

They remain silent

She starts to sink 

Lower and out of sight

She asks,

Why hasn't anyone helped me?

Did they not hear my cries? 

Cries for all she knew were crystal clear

Given up

She has sunken 

Bystanders sit and stare

But still remain silent.     - D.K.

#GoalsFor2015

My only goal in 2015 is to be happy. 

Genuinely, insistently, and consistently happy

December 28, 2014 | 4 A.M.

Ive come to a conclusion that I'm sad

Not at this very moment in particular

This can't be something minor, when you constantly feel worthless.

Like nobody loves you, like nobody ever will

I've accepted the fact that I will never be happy with myself, no matter how much I have succeeded

My closest friends and family don't know me.

They don't know who I am, how I truly think.

Because if they did, they would realize how much I need them

There's a time when life brings upon us an obstacle or two,

But it feels as if every day is an obstacle,

Not in a physical idea sort of speak,

But rather the difference in how I present myself to others, and how I feel when I'm alone.

I'm trying.

Seasonal

Don't you hate it when your favorite fruits aren't in season? It can't just be me. It's fall going on winter and of course there aren't many fruit options to choose from, but here are two that are in season and have taken me thus far through these chilly mornings. 

                                                                 - Dua 

                                                    Pomegranates, yum!

                   

                               Persimmons, not to be mistaken for the tomato!

                   

Excerpt : 2

You know what I'm going to say it because it is obvious everyone else praises this shit mentality.

NO it is not okay for someone to play with another person's emotions, no matter what past that person might've had or what you think that person deserves. You might be thinking of it as a side thing but that person is taking your attention and believing the lies you're telling them. Oh yeah and I literally hate the term "talking to someone" like is it now socially unacceptable for someone to be in a relationship with another person ???? Idk but I'm just saying this weird ass mentality everyone has going on about relationships, I'm not a fan. I need someone who cares for me, and voluntarily makes time to talk to me. Because if you truly liked someone you would never be too busy for them. I don't see the point in raising a persons hopes and then one day just not caring for them. I hate this inhumane shit man, I have feelings, and I want to be liked for me. I want to be someone's one and only. I want to be a person that someone makes time for; not because they have to but because they want to. To all the people who do have that, I respect you, maybe the rest could learn a thing or two from you all.

Excerpt : 1 - Dua

It's hard to strive for something that's always just out of reach. 

I'm surrounded by my sister who's never had to try so hard to keep her figure in tact. It sucks to know that someone with the same blood has such an easier life. But why? Because of some stupid metabolism? Because I wasn't the third child to be born into my family? 

Do you realize how hard it is to work out constantly and eat healthy but still not be where you want to be. While my sister is over in the other room complaining at how she's losing too much weight.  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????? She's never experienced crying constantly because she's not happy at how she looks. She doesn't realize how easy she has it. 

Before I go to bed and get out of it I force myself to look in the mirror and repeat in my mind, im such an ugly person, why can't i look more like my sister? why can't it just be easier for me to lose the weight I want to remove. Why can't it just be easier for me to love myself and be satisfied with the way I look now?

I hate my body, I will always no matter how much weight I lose. 

Fading into the crowd

I've been in college (uni) for about a month now. I've realized the cliques and groupings there are amongst the students that go here.  Now a lot of the time it's by race, styles, and just of people who have known each other for a long time. Being that it only has been a month I could understand why people haven't made it there point to branch put from everyone else. Everyone seems the same. The hipsters look like the other hipsters. The "ghettos" look like the other "ghettos". The foreigners, well they look like foreigners. I'm trying my best to look different from the rest of everyone else here. I have not noticed that anyone gave the street style look a try here. That is why street style specifically in European and Asian countries have been my ultimate way of going. If we aren't trying to look different, then we'll just blend in with everyone else and that's no fun. 

Ps just spotted a boy with overalls, and that hasn't been spotted yet. YOU GO BOY! (Indirect approval) lol

-see ya x