oo7

My poems are now about you © 2016, Quiyet Brul

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oo5

Your eyes are not fucking waterfalls © 2016, Quiyet Brul

oo1

I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul

an excerpt of a story i am writing: i

Have you ever had the urge of wanting to write a book? You tell yourself that it’s going to be the best book of all times, that it’s going to touch many hearts and reach places you wish you could travel to — not just by your words, but by your physical self. Me, too! …

A Letter To Someone Who Wants To Forget About Their Home Country:

How does one grow to despise the country they grew up in? It’s so unfortunate to know people who swore they’ll never go back to their native country to retire nor visit. Every country has its beauty and its let downs.

twenty-one days

He became the stars that shined in our eyes, the beating of our hearts and his hand touching mine, the breathing and sweating of our skin, tears and anger and betrayal and...

i.ii

January 31 Saturday 5:32pm “You’re sexy,” John sent a Snapchat. I could not help but rip my face with an overwhelming ear-to-ear smile. I began to think of us making out, my mind wandering with  thoughts about our lips moving against each other along with the sounds of our desperate gasps. We were walking his …