All Posts By natywrites

Sharing the Pain

by Friday, July 8, 2016
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It's hard when someone so close gets sick. It's hard watching them go through intensive care. It's hard saying that everything will be okay, when the future isn't set in stone. I take to writing when I go through tough times. This is my way out. Writing is freedom that fills me with so much power. I ...

Being Twenty Five

by Tuesday, December 8, 2015

There’s a lot of misconceptions about turning 25. I used to think that by this age my life would be set. I’d have the best job in the world, go out and have a ton of fun every day, be more social, have more friends, and at the end of the day sit down and ...

Poem: City Streets

by Friday, September 19, 2014

Eyes meet,       look away! Talking        laughing Whispers       what was that? A party        a funeral Broadway        Wall Street Hangouts       meetings Brunch       with a guy?                         gal?                           ...

Shh!

by Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Shh! In the darkness, Do not speak. In the morning, Do not think. Just silence. Who needs to know What this heart yearns for Or What troubles It beholds? Shhh! Troubles scream, Piecing my soul! It hurts! Aches! This anxiety In my very being! "But silence!" they say. Who are "they," Behind their glass homes And hidden gems? "They" who negotiate and gain From the silence I retain. Fuck the system! Telling me I should live in ...

Misadventures of Italian Class

by Tuesday, February 25, 2014

From cafes, to movies, to wonderful books, Italian seemed like the perfect language to learn! You'd think that speaking Spanish and intermediate French would help in the learning. Here was the train of thought: Spanish helped me pick up French fairly quickly. If I wanted to write a good sentence in French, all I would ...

Lovesick

by Monday, September 24, 2012

It was like waking from a daze. The sweet aroma of coffee taking over, waking every sense. Emily stared at her mug watching the heart shape of her latte, all around her were whispers and laughter and people talking. But not her, not today. Because most days were just like this. Silent. Everyone doing their ...