• Thoughts & Poetry

    Feliz Año Nuevo 2018!

    Happy New Year! WARNING: Extremely long and text heavy post ahead! The holidays proved to be quite a challenge for not only did I spend it (almost) all by myself but also because work has somehow taken over the time I wish I could have spent with my second family, my best friends. Although the last two weeks consisted of terribly busy work weeks, it was also filled with parties (No, I did not attend the office Christmas party again this year.) with friends and some work friends from out of town. I would have liked to recount each party and post photos and description for each event but I…

  • Thoughts & Poetry

    Last Days

    Long drives to nowhere Searching for never-ending satisfaction Phony smiles, pretending to care Trying so hard to keep this attraction   When the sun has set And the birds have gone to bed All that’s left is a picture of us Hanging by a thread   Left the car somewhere We smiled through the pain Uttering a silent prayer As we waited for the train   “Life’s gonna be better” That’s what you said Long train ride to nowhere That’s when you proposed to wed   Then the sun had set And the birds have all gone to bed All that’s left was the ring as I stood up and…

  • Thoughts & Poetry

    Christmas Lights

    I have been meaning to write about you. I wanted to begin with that night we sat beneath the stars talking about anything under the sun as if I’ve known you all my life, forgetting the fact that all I know was that face, that voice, and that it was the first time we’ve actually spoken. I would have loved to chronicle that night like I have done so easily and so many times before of people who left me in awe. I would have written about how breathtaking the sunrise looked when I saw it rising for the first time in a long time, and you were singing that…

  • Thoughts & Poetry

    Yet Another Goodbye

    This old café, it looks new. They’ve changed the chairs and the curtains, too. But to me, this place is all but the same cause we sat here today where the afternoon sun graced the old table where we used to hold hands and smile at each other. This old café, it looks new. They’ve changed the color and the music, too. And though this place is all but the same, we sat here today looking at each other in pain. They have left you, the joy and pride you used to look at me with, and with them my heart and my once promise of eternal love. Many years…

  • Food & Travel,  VLOG

    Welcome to Coffee Break with Krissie!

    I’ve decided to start a new segment for this blog with my really good friend, Krissie. The idea is very simple, and it’s to check out coffee from different local coffee shops. Please remember that we’re not really experts (obviously), but we do drink coffee a lot– actually, we are powered by coffee and are dependent on it, and this is just something that we have been meaning to do for quite some time now. Basically, we will just be filming our coffee dates and be shady and salty together. Cause what are friends for? For the first episode of Coffee Break with Krissie, we shared a bottle of Coffee…

  • By Siyavush Mammadov
    Thoughts & Poetry

    Tango

    As the lights dimmed in this dance floor, I have come to my senses. I love how tender the touch, the unspoken sensuality, and the swinging feels, but this dance I can dance no more. For as the violins played, I stepped forward and you took two steps back. This playful dance had me chasing and begging, but this dance I can dance no more. For behind you was someone else about to join this dance I used to love so well. And though the music transcends into my skin and into my soul, I’ve nothing but the memory of your gaze and this gaping hole. All this time I…

  • Tatyana Markovtsev.
    Thoughts & Poetry

    On trying to stay away…

    I’m distancing myself from you. From every glance, every smile, every sound of your voice, reassurances, and most importantly, your touch. I want to stay away from it all, knowing too well that, as always, it is a one-sided love affair that has somehow caught me and is slowly encapsulating me. No. Not again. I no longer want to conceal my love for anyone, and love them from the backdrop. No. Not again. So, I’ll say it out loud. I’ll tell you that I love you, constantly, but mean it in the most innocent way. A platonic kind of way. I’ll shower you with small doses of attention and affection,…

  • Drawing by Holden
    Thoughts & Poetry

    Intoxicated

    Yours are the eyes that I would not mind being trapped into. Like the hole to Wonderland, I’d creep right in and swirl down the abyss of your nostalgia, your numbness will block all sorts of clues that I’ve been there, seen it all, and tried to kiss it away to no avail. But I would gladly dive in again, a million times if I must, for your windows need cleaning to see I’m out here and in there screaming. I might be going insane, but I know it’s something I’ve been dying to feel again. Sweet toxic love, all pain, no gain, I’ll stay no matter what. I’ll always…