Sara : Writing

The Usurper

The Usurper

A Poem by Sara


Follow the herd, little sheep For it reeks of rotten good intentions. Follow the path, little sheep For it is paved with the blood of the damne..
The Classics

The Classics

A Poem by Sara


So, I had to choose an elective. My pile of already useless subjects made a new friend. A new friend from a new deparment. I sat down looke..
Is this the right path for you?

Is this the right path for you?

A Poem by Sara


Paths can be deceivingEven if you know where you're going Heels first, toes last, one foot infront of the other,step by step,walking. BEWARE Th..
The Sun

The Sun

A Poem by Sara


I never quite understood what everyone saw in it. Why everyone was so desperate, frantic, pathetic... It turns you into an addict. It can put a..
Titles are overrated

Titles are overrated

A Poem by Sara


What am I? I can tell you what I'm not. I'm not pretty (enough), I'm not smart (enough), I'm not talented (enough), I'm not brave (eno..
Starry night

Starry night

A Poem by Sara


I just had a couple of beers..
Enough

Enough

A Poem by Sara


What's your least favorite word?
Untitled (you might need a compas,though)

Untitled (you might need a compas,though)

A Poem by Sara


It's infinite. Full of different little planets. Some are well known, open for others to see and over- analyze. Made of artificial elements ..
Dissonance

Dissonance

A Poem by Sara


Stop. No, it's not discordant. Everything's pefect. Harmonious. In tune. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that you even let me listen t..
Black, white or in-between?

Black, white or in-between?

A Poem by Sara


She never forgot to visit. Her timing? Impeccable. Just when I was hanging by a thread She cut me loose. Just before my head was about to expl..

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