A Haiku About History History she lives Golden threads of times unchanged It binds humankind.

In the middle of an open field with no fort or cover, She lies flat looking at the stars slowly melt like butter. The roars coming from enemy camps instilling fear as they always had, Not being able to tell friend from foe, that, too, felt terribly bad. And so she lie there listening to ...

If all kings and queensLooked down belowUpon the gathering massWhat would they see? A poor manClinging to a blanket for warmthAsking for spare changeAnything for food or water Or a girl walking down lonely streetsHoping to find a companionSomeone for the nightTo cure her broken heart Maybe a soul on his deathbedOn borrowed timeHoping for ...

In the wake of dawn, I see them marching along, Their faces grim and sober. Soldiers, each and every one, Those suffering at the hands of fate, In uniforms and tattered clothes. They each carry their cross, Ones they shoulder, For a battle that should never happen. To the right is a blood-dripped sun, Sorrowful ...

I’m not going to lie to you. I always read history books about the people who opposed the Civil Rights movement, and I thought they were all just people who lived in the south, and their families had a history of being slave owners. I thought it was about family pride, and that they didn’t ...

I have been thinking about change. I used to say all of the time when I was younger that I would move to London when I was older. My future career was a doctor who was a consultant for the police department. Now, about twenty-three years later, I still live in the United States. I ...

The effervescent tinge of life flowing through the veins of humanity, a sign of living through a world that emerges from chaos ever so gracefully. What lies beyond what our eyes can see is infinite in the depth of our mind; a landscape of all shades of color, and the scents equally odorous and powerful ...

The world is in chaos. People are clearing out the grocery stores within a few hours. People are scared, nervous, and praying for the world to go back to normal. I find myself pouring over article after article, seeing the updated number of cases, terrified for my loved ones. I started sobbing the other day ...

A dark that felt hollow. An emptiness so devoid, beyond the recognition of time and space. A night which does not stir, does not sleep, does not know anything of the sun. This is the Limbo before Creation. In the bowels of the deep world, a god reached into Limbo and grasped upon the designs ...