Crashing Soul

The shadows are whispering your name

Telling you to hide or suffer the pain

And you tell yourself, “It’s not real;

It’s just a nightmare,” and realize that

Nightmares are not less true than dreams.

And you hit yourself real hard,

Convincing yourself to wake up;

“Wake up, wake up!”

But you fail to hold on to that voice.

And fall to the floor and hit your chest:

Something inside crushed;

You feel your ribs ripped

You hear your soul crust.

“Lights, turn on the lights!”

But no one can hear you;

No one can keep you safe.

“It’s not dark,”

The shadows tell you,

“It’s not dark,”

They repeat.

“You’re not alone,”

The shadows whisper,

“You’re not alone,”

They scream.

And you feel hands around your neck

Feeling your pulses.

“What happened?”

Other voices are shouting,

“She’s asleep,”

They say.

Then you open your eyes and hardly 

Make shadows out of them

“It was just a nightmare,”

You whisper,

“I was just asleep,”

You state.




Like dust on a 3 year old car – never been washed;
Like the scent of a sunny morning after years of rain;
Like yourself fifty years ago: teethful, heartful, hurtless
Like the wave that washed away your fears;
And the winds that wiped off your tears;
Like that smile you hid when you knew it was home;
And the pain you concealed so no one could see inside;
Like that birthday cake no one ate;
And that birthday present you never received;
Like that cold morning when you had to leave bed:
And fight against odds and lose the bet.
Like yourself seven years from now:
Lonely, probably in the grave
Of life. Again, trying to fight your way through.
And you lose a couple of times,
And a couple more,
Yet something tells you:
It’s time:
To die. To seed. To grow.
To be.

American Literature – Reading List


I am writing this for all of the fourth\third year students who are taking American Literature. Piece of advice: start reading. Start reflecting. TRUST ME YOU WILL WISH YOU HAD STARTED READING EARLIER. This is basically what you are going to read for the course:

  1. Anne Bradstreet: The Prologue (a poem).
  2. Edward Taylor: Upon a Spider Catching a Fly + Huswifery (poems).
  3. Mary Rowlandson: Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson.
  4. Ralph Waldo Emerson: Nature.
  5. Edgar Allan Poe: The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin (Novel) + The Fall of the House of Usher (story) + The Raven (a poem).
  6. Walt Whitman (My second favorite): Goodbye My Fancy! (poem) + When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer (poem) + A Noiseless Spider + Song of myself (poems).
  7. Emily Dickinson (My favorite): Poems: A narrow Fellow in the Grass + Because I could not stop for Death (AMAZING) + The Spider Holds a Silver Ball.
  8. Frederick Douglass: Life of an American Slave (sad but good)
  9. Ernest Hemingway (beautiful way of writing): A Clean, Well-Lighted Place (short story)
  10. Edward Albee: The Sandbox (a play) *it’s cool*

If you have any questions. Ask here. Don’t ask me on fb.

Great course if you know how to enjoy it. All the best.