I gained inspiration for my story from a potted rose. I was standing and when i saw the potted rose i began to spin this story together in my head.

A story about my growth journey in badminton.

I wrote this poem because I was inspired by the activist work of students my age around the country who were protesting gun violence. As someone who's school has experienced bomb and shooter threats, I resonated to the topic and wanted to write a poem about it.

My parents divorced when I was five years old, but I always relate to people whose parents have a strained relationship (they are good now: divorced but good). So, that's what I decided to write about. This story is about a queer couple struggling with their ability to support each other, but still withhold love for one another. Hopefully, at some point I will expand this piece, but as of now, it is a five minute play.

I wrote this piece using my life as a diabetic as a forefront. This writing brought up a lot of emotions I hadn't yet confronted about my diabetes. This writing isn't just my experience as a diabetic put to paper, it's also me confronting what I hadn't.

Butterfly Evolution (Poems) is a poetic reflection of growing up in the modern age. Diving into the injustices and current events of our world today in “Butterfly Fall”. Commentary on human’s relationship with technology (specifically phones) in “iPhone”. While the collection concludes how people use art as an outlet for the injustices of the world today and is an ode to artists (especially poets).

My work is based on real life scenarios. This includes examples such as financial abuse and fraud being shown in a long term relationship. This work is an extension of a story where the main character faces a challenging situation where she is lied to and how she overcomes it while developing as a person with new changes coming forward to her life.

These three poems are a collection of images I see in my head, what I feel based on life experiences, and my perspective and interpretation of death with a poetic flare to it.

My piece is a criticism of America's preoccupation with race with a special focus on the lack of a MENA status and national representation. I seek to debunk the societal fixation on white normativity as it relates to millions of MENA Americans such as myself, and families like my own.

In creating "Elegy for the Lost Luminary," I was drawn into the captivating and complex tale of Lucifer. This piece is very close to my heart, as it reflects on the idea that even those who have fallen from grace have their own stories, filled with light and darkness. My journey with this artwork started with a fascination for the duality within Lucifer's character.

This piece is very special to me because I connect with it on a deeper level. It brings emotions to me that I never thought I could feel.

I wrote this story, because I feel like it relates a lot to modern times. A lot of my friends went through the pain of having their family split up, and I wanted to support them via a creative work, but also give it a positive twist.

I write poetry because the stars can sing and the moon can cry. And because the words don't have to make sense; they just have to make you care. And of course, saying "I'm a poet" makes you seem classy. And we all want to be classy, right? Well, okay, there's that small part of everyone that wants to absolutely let loose and act like a Neanderthal, but we don't talk about that...

it is about a girl who has to face a hard time on her island and she has been holding a dark secret for 18 dark years.

Sometimes it's hard to identify with one group, or multiple groups, especially if you were born into it. As a Vietnamese American girl, who is also a member of the LGBTQ community, that also believes in a Christian God, I was left very confused of where I should be, or of where my "loyalties" should lie.

I am a 2nd generation Filipino-American on my mother’s side, but so often feel disconnected from the culture, particularly because I cannot speak or understand Tagalog. “Your Language of Song” is an attempt to explore my relationship with the beautiful, melodic language that colors my childhood memories.

The world we live in is slowly devolving towards human-caused climate catastrophe, and for individuals of my generation, the knowledge of that fact is omnipresent.

When I lost someone I loved, life never got easier when the world went on and I was still in a state of grief. No words can be used to describe how difficult it is to move on from the passing of a loved one.

This piece is about a teenage boy who made a mistake. He got angry and, in a blurry haze, commits an act that is so horrendous he forgets what happened. When he's arrested, however, it all comes back out, the words spilling out of his mouth.

My Girl Scout camp came within feet of burning down in a wildfire. I am upset about the lack of climate action from the government and consumerism of Americans.