Shyne Kamahalan
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writing attempt-er + mystery/thriller enthusiast
that pretty much sums up my entire life
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My Time Machine
I hope the grief stays with me. I hope the love that I can no longer store where it once did, remains in my bones. Yes, I hope that in some way or another, my memory holds on to the dearest treasures I’ve ever had, whether it be in the back or in the very forefront of my mind. I hope that the goodness that I have experienced in my life never leaves my spirit and my beautiful, uplifting energy.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Petlife
"Growing Into" Me
There are people I want to hurt. The people I feel genuinely deserve an uppercut to the jaw after all the sorrow and agony that they put me through, and put others through. The people that I wish felt what it was like to have your heart turned inside out or shattered into a million pieces left and right, that caused me to scramble to pick up the shards of the ones I love while I was still picking up my own. The people that don’t deserve a fraction of time to spin across my thoughts, but that I dedicate all-nighters to anyway solely because I can’t help myself.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
36 of 50 Songs Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"Hey," I greet Jewee when he comes through the door. He looks so sleepy after filming that I'm shook up every time he takes another step forward rather than melt down in between the floorboards. Looking at him is a guilt-trigger, because while he was out busy, I was at home doing nothing.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Responding to the "Worries" People Had When They Found Out I Don't Celebrate Christmas
Growing up, I've heard every form of shock from my classmates when they found out I wouldn't take part in the school Christmas party, or pretty much any other holiday for that matter.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
9. "boastful"
"You guys better have a heck of a good explanation for this," Jared tapped his foot against the floor loudly, enough that it would make the entire room echo to its beating. It was so firm and so bold that it drew my focus in more than I wanted it to -- I wondered if it was effecting people in other rooms or in the nearby area, or if they could hear us in here, locked up and at loss of our freedom, but that was besides the point for now. Being the one closest to him, and for the content of what we found out, where I would rather be, the loudness hit me differently, even if we were supposedly on the same team.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
7. "lovers of themselves"
He was gone. It wasn't dark for very long. A minute would be the absolute max, and that's pushing it too, but when the lights flickered back on, he was gone, without a trace. That is, besides a small puddle of blood and a fingerprint on one of the tiles, fading from it's natural scarlet, into the white color the vaccine promised us it would do to us.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
6. "for men will be"
I don't have a fear of needles, but in no way will I ever admit to liking them or tolerating them in the least. The idea alone of a needle entering my skin made me wince, and you could imagine it was embarrassing to have to inject myself with a needle in front of five people that I haven't known since I was born, but I had to go through with it. I could blame absolutely no one for making me go through this. Nobody besides myself. I'm here because I wanted to be. Not because anyone told me to be.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
