• One day, I spent hours upon hours cleaning my room. I struggled as I erased the black scribbles on the whiteboard, in hopes I could erase my mistakes –in hopes I could erase my past. I changed the four-hundred count cobalt bed sheets into a floral blanket of silk, in hopes I could change into […]

  • It all started with a promise. A promise to a girl who would let me borrow her acoustic and learn from it, in exchange for a song. All I had to do was learn it. All I had to do was sing… not just with my voice, but with my fingertips as well. Turned out […]

  • Words can’t describe how severe the pain worsens, day after day. No one sees beyond the fading smile, beyond these chestnut eyes. Your sorrows, your worries. Your words are searing knives thrust into my sides, leaving me gasping for breath long after I’m pierced. It grows as scars that were left to heal burst into […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, plans 7 years, 11 months ago

    Never before have I wanted the future to become today. For as long as I can remember though, I had been afraid of tomorrow, of the whirlwind of pain and tears it might bring. But you soothed the storm, and every night, we whisper each other the plans of a future yet to come, the […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, ego 7 years, 11 months ago

    I’ve always struggled with who I am. My dreams. My fears. My insecurities. Everyday as I walk through the breaking dawn, I strain myself as I force my ego beneath a mask of faded happiness, of faded joy. A fake smile seals away my pain for another day, like how a lock shackles a prisoner […]

  • Twilight falls upon broken skies, casting shadows upon my world. Once shimmering with the bright rays of comfort and affection, the luminescent lake reflects nothing but fleeting images of the night sky –painful memories shine as vibrantly as the stars, while broken hearts streak across the heavens in a fiery blaze of crimson suffering. A […]

  • We both love what is digital. Simple discs would paint majestic worlds beyond our imaginations, captivating our starry-eyed desire for the unreal in a stunning display of pixels and colors. Fictional characters show us the follies of reality as we embark on perilous, awe-inspiring adventures through lush forests, fetid dungeons, and even the…[Read more]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, shape 8 years ago

    I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, if my dream becomes […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, wanted 8 years ago

    I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would flow at the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, wanted 8 years ago

    I’ve always knew what I wanted. Clothes. Books. Games. Everything. Especially when it came to girls. All my life, I had a picture perfect image of my dream girl: she’d be tall, with long golden hair which would sway in the slightest breeze, and most importantly, with radiant sapphire eyes. But that all changed the […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, figure 8 years ago

    I thought I had it all figured out; the puzzle seemed complete. I can see myself reflected in the glossy vaneer of the pieces, which fit together to depict the clash of dawn amidst a yet starry sky. Satisfied, I took a step back and admired my creation, marveling at the years of toil it […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, wondered 8 years ago

    All my life, I’ve always wondered where I belonged. I’d stare up at the night sky, pleading to the heavens above to show me why they have granted me existence; why they have given me the gift of life. The very gift that cursed me to hate. Cursed me to hurt the ones I love. […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, basic 8 years ago

    All my life, I’ve been told I would be a nobody; sentenced from the day I was born to slave away at a menial job, and earn meager pay to support my meaningless life. My friends told me to do the bare minimum to get by. My teachers told me to strive to be basic […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, mango 8 years, 1 month ago

    Days ago, my father reached his hand out to me. In his palm lay a vibrant mango, and he demanded I take it. Albeit a simple mango, it symbolized much more; a leisurely relic of tradition and imprisonment which bound me to an unloving family. He reasoned it promised me riches… riches that I did […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, outlet 8 years, 1 month ago

    Brooding within the dark depths of a storage room, I sheltered myself from a hateful world. Liquor in hand, I drowned away my anguish; knife in palm, I bled away my tears. Nights passed by as I elegantly painted my flesh crimson and black with a painful, yet soothing palette… my knife became my brush; […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, sage 8 years, 1 month ago

    Being the smart kid on the block was cool… while it lasted. Always having something intelligent to say. Always being picked first for Jeopardy (and last for kickball). Always being nominated for most likely to succeed. But it wasn’t meant to last. One day as I sat down in Grammar class, I felt a slight […]

  • There I was, on a Monday afternoon, in an empty classroom with friends: chatting, laughing, and joking around with each other. I turned around and began to speak with the kid next to me… but no reply. Something was amiss. Curiously, I waved my hand in front of his face but his visage betrayed no […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, jelly 8 years, 1 month ago

    I stood amidst a modern forest of teak cabinets, shelves, and tables: Wonderbread and spoon in hand. Precariously perched high on the maple shelf top, the jar of strawberry jelly sang to me; its seductive song — tinged with promises of satisfaction — mesmerized my ears to its will. Captivated, I painstakingly hauled a stool […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, lean 8 years, 1 month ago

    For me, it’s easy to say I’ll be there for someone… the fabled ‘true friend’. Well intentioned, I would reassure them I’ll always be the pillar that they can lean on for support: a marble pillar which would stand resolute against the maelstrom of conflicts and hatred, and exude comfort and love. But as the […]

  • Wayward Light commented on the post, spider 8 years, 2 months ago

    A torrential downpour rages on outside, as a fell wind threatens to rip apart the very land itself. Amidst the chaotic maelstrom, it lurks in the darkness; its web dangerously swaying in the wind. Holding on for dear life, he desperately searches for his kin: his family, his friends, his love. But one by one, […]