smiling hooks

"How slow and languid and tepid I stood. How frozen in time. Once upon a time, I had thought myself capable of anything but."

Ordeal

Ordeal is a fictional short story about the writer's process of seeking inspiration to write, and their struggle to decide what and how to write - all of this concatenated to the myth of the nine Greek muses and the art that justify the writer's existence.

My Poetry Diary

'Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.' - Allen Ginsberg Lately, my thoughts have been radiant, unpleasant, sexual, extraordinary, and wonderful. I've been keeping such threatful...

escapril

bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces

The ENTOURAGE

"We were young and so in love - with being alive, with how things were. With the power we possessed together, with our plans. It was the pinnacle of our lives, and we pretended it was going to last forever." Only six students will make up the Advanced Arts Consortium. Kelland Buchanan's life is forever altered when h...

manifest

collection three

of voids and visions

destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018

Hysteria

a collection of my poetry for the world to pick apart. warning: some of these poems contain themes of mental illness, self-harm, and attempted suicide. if these are likely to upset you, i would advise against reading.

BOHEMIA

‪BOHEMIA 🌷🌼‬ ‪An abstraction of creativity. ‬ ‪Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection rife in love, loneliness, trauma and grief. ‬ Bohemia is a landscape; be...

in the absence of light

"Why do we live?" "So that we may one day prove ourselves worthy of dying," she says without much thought. "And what is death?" "Victory," Oliver replies with a sullen grin. He smiles. "Is that what you really believe?" "It's what you taught us to believe," Eden says, his hair a stroke of golden in the afternoon light.