Nobody. Obliviously. Wins.

On the top of the staircase

her heart crashes against her ribs
the beats get faster
and still nothing has changed.
Frustrated, hurt, and confused
she images punching the wall.  
Would it hurt? 
Would the bloody, mangled, and bruised knuckles give her anger meaning? 
Would the persecution, doubt, and belittlement of others prove to be more than “good intentions”? 
Would the scares make a difference? 
So many thoughts,
the world seems to turn faster.
She has no idea where to step,
or what to do.
Right or wrong? 
I’m still singing that stupid, 
damn song. 
You lied and she believed you.
You claimed innocence,
she wants out….N.O.W. 
  

Published by bntorre14

As a college student graduating this spring semester from Arizona State University, with a BA in Creative Writing and a minor in Women's Studies, expanding my audience of friends, colleges, mentors, and teachers is crucial for a writer to grow. I started writing poetry and fell in love with the forms, the intensity of description, and the craft. Fiction has allowed me to elaborate on the story, characters, and plot standing and hiding behind the words of a poem. Both poetry and fiction have taught me the agony, the blood and sweat, and even aggravation hiding behind each piece of writing that is read. As Walt Whitman puts it, "A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibilities of their own souls." I started writing because of life's heartbreaks, beauties, in-be-tweens, and as my own way of expression. A piece of paper never judges an idea or an identity. A reader can always find a piece of themselves in a piece of writing that is written by someone who puts themselves within the words. An emotion, experience, character, setting, or even something as small as a description can ignite a memory. Writing surpasses all boundaries between age, generation, and human nature. The more I write the more I begin to notice how impossible it is for life and fiction to be separated, they both influence one another; life and creativity, life and imagination. Life and fiction as ideas contain an umbrella of words, meanings, and creations all different for each individual. We all live, we all create. "The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." -Sylvia Plath. So, ask yourself, life or fiction? "I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious." -Albert Einstein I am passionately curious what you think.

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