I was told not to credit the person who wrote this, because she hates this poem, so I will just say this is by one of my sisters. It's from when I was living in Lebanon, and we sent each other poems. I love this poem, and I feel it now. Love you, sis. Drive a …
Tag: Thoughts
Throwback Thursday
Another old poem. I wrote this in December of 2013 in a coffee shop when I should have been studying for finals. I fell for you in fall, but by the time winter came I felt you slipping away like snow melting in my clenched fist. Maybe I shouldn't have held on so tight, but I …
Light
This has been a hard week for humans. Sadness is all around, and if you're an avid news watcher, like myself, it can be very easy to feel overwhelmed. But God brings so much peace. I am seeing how much the little things matter, and I'm constantly amazed by the human spirit. Love wins over …
Oh What A Day
So I feel as though I owe everyone a wordy, rambling, thoughtful blogpost instead of just these random lists of birthday presents I want (though apparently you all liked that because I had more views on that post than I've ever had). Currently I am sitting on my sunflower chair in my room drinking tea …
Friday Favorites (Back to School Edition)
So, my first week of school is finished. I'm loving being in the city, and I love all my English classes (mainly because I'm a giant nerd). However, it's a lot of work and the days are so long, so I thought I'd share some fun things that have kept me going this week. 1. …
The Freest Bird
So here it finally is: my short story. 99% factual. Hope you like it! “Air Canada flight 194 with service to London, Heathrow, now boarding all seats, all zones.” I slap my laptop shut and shove it quickly into my canvas backpack. Ticket. Passport. Check. Check. I get in line behind a large talkative German …
A Good Pair of Shoes
Beige and worn we sit on a shelf, third from the bottom, in a dark closet, Patiently awaiting our next adventure. We were made to for a girl who wears flowery sundresses and sits still Not this globe-trotting ruffian, But we don’t mind. Because we’ve walked her through the security lines of airports, Supported her …
Sailing
This is another poem I had to write for my English class. We had to read this book called The Sweet In Between by Sheri Reynolds and write a poem based on it. I think this poem can make sense even if you haven't read the book. I hope you enjoy it! Oh and if …
The Orphans
This is a random poem that wrote, but I never got to turn it in for class. It's based on a brief encounter I had with two little muslim kids while I was in Jordan 3 years ago. Dusty, well traveled feet, Rosy cheeks, painted and peeled by a hot Middle Eastern sun. The …
My Guitar
Creamy strawberry sherbet is painted on your curvy body. You always feel cold and smooth in my hands. You fit perfectly in my arms and feel calm and controlled under my fingers. I remember when I got you. It was Christmas and I was sixteen. I slowly unzipped your black cloth case and squealed when I …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 