These two poems mean a lot to me. They're two of the first poems I wrote that I ever truly loved. They're two poems that I think encapsulate how I feel about the world quite well.

This poem focuses on the messy definition of love and how it acts in our lives. Some people try to define it as a simple sentence when it can't be, it's too complicated for such an understatement.

Death isn't something we should fear. We can learn from the purpose of it.

My neighborhood has many ducks. I enjoy watching them waddle through the streets in the summer as they slow down the pedestrians and drivers. They seem to be always at peace while we as humans are impatient.

Magnetism is about the draw and pull of attraction and Landscape of Youth is about the pain and devastation of bad memories. I find writing poetry to be calming after a stressful day at school or other activity.

When I write the only limitation is how creative I can be.

I like to write about topics that me or other people can relate to, I enjoy experimenting with how I write poems and what I decide to write about.

I use my poetry to try to make sense of my experiences within the world as a whole and my immediate surroundings. I write my poems out my hand in a notebook, often when I'm in an emotional state, and then go back to try to make sense of things from a calmer perspective.

This poem talks about the importance of finding or even searching for hope when all or most is lost. During the writing of this poem, I felt very disheartened as I was experiencing a writer's block.

This piece was written about living in my own head, during a time that I was happy. Throughout the writing I hope to display a feeling of nostalgia and sorrow. Hoping to bring the reader back to a similar place in time from their own lives.

I was inspired by some of my favorite TV shows and fiction tropes to make a sort of horror comedy short story about a teenage boy’s twisted fantasy. I took inspiration from one of my favorite songs for the title.

This is a personal piece to me, apart of this writing is from an essay I did entitled Sex, Money, Drugs, and Jesse Pinkman, but for the purpose of keeping it within length guidelines I edited and reworked it into this.

This piece goes through my relationship with the seemingly repetitive task of taking out the trash.

My poem is a personification of fall into a person’s thinking about different standards on viewing things. Fall has the ultimate beauty and is considered as a wide attraction not only for artists but for common people as well.

We fight in the names of our countries, for a cause. But at the end of day we forget that we are all same. Is the bloodshed justified?

This is a poem that was never supposed to exist, according to society. Kids should always be quiet and bear burdens of unspeakable pain. But no longer. This poem is a mix of dialogue, counting down, and introspective thoughts.

Perhaps the most valuable lesson I've learned in high school is that I live in a generation of brick walls. Me included. Being the ones stuck with only our own company for a crucial developmental year, we’ve somewhat lost the ability to bend. To put ourselves in another’s shoes, to meet someone at eye level.

(CW: sexual implications) Originally a longer piece, "(a)sexual tension" expresses the desire for intimacy beyond the norm of romance and sex, the frustrations of having a female body and the sexualization of Asian women. I've been a hopeless romantic since the day I mistook feelings of friendship for a crush in elementary.

I wrote this piece for a 100-word microfiction project to reflect my changing mindset toward my culture. Growing up in an immigrant household, I always felt a ghost in my community, lingering between the realms of the American and Indian worlds—present in both but fully anchored in neither. I suppressed my Indian side until recently, as I've come to realize I can't be myself until I embrace all of my identity.

My first poem, "for m", was written about a friend of mine, who isn't one I would like to lose. Originally it was more light-hearted, but this version reflects the truth that I feel I must tell about her struggle. My second poem is called "lost", which is about my own feelings about the vastness of the world and being left behind.