Pretty loves are pretty but sad ones are prettier…
Reflective
Grave of Memories
A poem on self-torture in the form of re-visiting past decisions and opening a vault I had previously closed.
Pull The Pin and Release the Locking Mechanism
1. Hold the extinguisher with the nozzle pointing away from you.
2. Aim low. Point the extinguisher at the base of the fire.
3. Squeeze the lever slowly.
4. Sweep the nozzle from side-to-side.
Young Bones
Young people can take the world by storm. I hope we will one day be able to live without that burdensome fear of the clock stopping before our time.
Wake Up For Me
Sometimes, we as people become so consumed in the mundane tasks of life that we forget to notice the small beautiful things that constantly surround us.
medallic weight
a poem revealing the hidden realities and anguished cries of eye bags.
Here and There
As an immigrant, you automatically have two homes, or maybe one home and a house. Either way, the question “where do I find my place and comfort within these homes” seems to never end.
In the Tree House
Like most stories about friendship, this one does not involve whale bones.
To My Younger Self
Your fingerprints are engraved in my soul. This is a letter dedicated to you, my dearest friend.
A Reflection Of Life: On The Other Side
My parents and I share a special relationship and find comfort in having insightful talks daily. This piece is crafted based on a reflection to their answers on one of my favorite questions!
What would you even call what you see outside the window.
Someone once told me they saw me looking out a window and there was a lot going on inside. The floor was made of clouds and I was scared to jump.
Uncoordinated Silhouettes
Sometimes individuals wish to be blinded by reflection, distraught by the truth that lived in their childhood. This poem explores the duality of recollection and humanizes each perspective.
Secretly Special
Being on my school’s running team has been one of the most formative experiences of my life. This essay tells the story of one of the important lessons I learned about leadership.
Winnie, Untitled
This is a character study of a woman named Winnie from the perspective of her friends, family and peers.
Freedom through the pages
Finding a breakthrough in the form of writing. Looking up to other writers that have inspired me to no longer allow myself to drown in my own mindless thoughts.