This ekphrasis poem is written about a line in the song "sarah" by alex g. It is a love poem about giving up yourself to someone else even if they dont necessarily reciprocate that love and loyalty. I wrote this poem for a class, but I feel like I really put my heart into it and I am very proud of it.

A small collection of poems. The poem is about my parents fears and struggles and fears of coming into a new country with nothing but adream. The Haikus are about how deeply I think music can heal and how a rose is symbolic for many things

I wrote this piece about my mother, who I constantly look up to, and my fears that I won't be able to grow into as good of a person as she is. This piece reflects my own insecurities and uncertainties as well as the complexities of mother-daughter relationships. The whole story is also a love letter to my mom, and a verbalization that I deeply appreciate everything she has done for me.

When I was taking creative writing last year, I struggled quite a bit since I never liked writing in the first place but taking that class changed me and help me think of writing as an art form. This year as a senior, I found writing my personal statements and supplements pretty fun. This poem was something I wrote earlier this year, during the process of writing this I never knew what the outcome would be and just like the waves my writing just went with the flow. And somehow my hands brought me to a poem about unrequited love which is a little bit funny because I was the happiest ever during that time. I had just came back from a trip in Hawai. I really loved the clear blue waters and decided to use that for the overall theme of my poem. This poem was written to mimic the way Walt Whitman used to write his poems the repetition, the lone lines written in free verse. This one of my favorite poems I've ever written and I'm happy to share it.

Since my grandpa passed away from cancer in the September of 2023, I felt like something, or someone, was missing. I didn't realize how empty the house felt without him there. It felt like we were still, like everything was waiting for the day he would return. But what I wanted to capture most of all in my blackout poem wasn't the lonely wind, it wasn't the fading pictures, it wasn't even the hollow house. It was the hope, the growth. Although he's no longer here with us, he's everywhere. This blackout poem was designed to capture that feeling.

My poems come from my heart really either when I am sad,angry,focused,happy really any emotions I try to write when it comes to mind I let it flow when it wants to I don’t think I will share what my poems mean to me and how I interpret them but rather let you as the reader let your feelings and experiences and emotions decide what you take them as

This small collection of poems is a metaphorical note on winter and the theme of loneliness that grows during the colder time of the year. Something I realized, while looking at my dogs ashes next to where the Christmas tree goes, is that those isolating emotions tend to be much more real to me during the holidays. All of the biggest emotional events that took place in my life happened in December and/or the winter time all together. The title of the collection is a metaphor for my personal outlook on the holidays, and how I still find a darkness in something I should be jovial about.

This story is a little bit about my life and where I used to live. It gives you an idea of how my life was and what was going on.

People tend to ignore mental health. Going to in-patient treatment is often seen as wrong. We need to realize that mental health is crucial. I'm sharing my second in-patient treatment experience, where I battled between wanting to get better and staying in the familiar pain. It's a call for understanding and a reminder that love and the belief that things will be okay matter a lot in the midst of struggles.

The two things I value most are human expression and human connection, two aspects of existence which I find to be very intertwined. No matter where I am, what I’m doing, or my state of mind, I always like to document my thoughts, feelings, figments of my imagination, and especially poetic moments on a document on my phone. I call this sort of journal my “poetic ramblings,” and I enjoy not only writing in it to capture moments, but looking back on my previous writings and reliving these abstractly articulated memories, however bitter or sweet. My entries in this journal represent my most authentic self, and I believe that reading a single piece from it will allow anyone to know me and understand my mind instantly more intimately. Every year since middle school, I have been aware of various creative competitions, and every year without fail, I consider them, look forward to them, and then leave them for the next year as I become so busy. However, this is my last year of high school, and I am so excited to finally share my art, seizing the opportunity to make a connection with an audience, even if only with a single reader.

Masculine Femininity is a different perspective on lesbian relationships and how that even if the relationship consists of two women, gender stereotypes are still prominent. This peice means a lot to me as it's based off my own experience being in a relationship with another woman. I've never seen this topic written about before so I wanted to bring a little light to it and hope other people can relate.

This piece was written to be something much different from a traditional Christmas story.

This is just a story about 2 boys.

This is my experience of growing up short in a town full of really tall people.

The very first sentence has sat on my document for upwards of a year, but nothing's ever been added. Until now, that is. While writing all the descriptions, I had this vision of a grand castle, crumbling at the edges and lost to time. I struggled with what should be written on the beggar's sign for a while before a simple "God Bless" hit me like a truck. I wanted to tackle something with a more religious theme to symbolize my own dysphoria with religion, and I hope I did it justice with this short portrayal.

As I got older, I began to see a type of yearning arise in kids my age. It’s the desire to go back to the carefree days of our early years, when our only expectation was to be happy. In this piece, I try to express that feeling of watching our old selves being slowly consumed by a need for maturity. I want to encapsulate the heartbreak of teenagers being pushed to leave the familiar, comfortable life they knew as kids for a scary world full of loans and taxes. Though we leave behind the invincible feeling of our childhood on the road to becoming adults, there are many, many wonderful things that life has up her sleeves, waiting to be discovered with age. Leaving behind our old untroubled selves isn’t a requirement to grow up. Rather, our inner child is the one thing that we should always keep close to our hearts. I dedicate this piece to all my fellow high schoolers (as well as adults) going through nostalgia for a childhood that slipped away.

Only in the sudden spark of inspiration was I able to create this piece. Perhaps this inspiration burst from the experiences at my school’s lion dance club, organized by the LionDanceME organization. I would not have known the feeling of adrenaline if it were not for this club. Despite my fear of heights, the courageous acrobatics were thrilling to me; I can never forget the rushing feeling of that moment. It was wild. Such a powerful feeling that I still felt the rush for days. It urged me to capture its flow. So I did. It was the first time I could relay my emotions through writing. I seeped the feeling into each of the words and let them craft the story themselves. Inspiration-struck, it felt more like recalling a memory rather than writing a fictional creation. I almost believed I had lived through the moment in the story. Knowing exactly how it would flow and all the small details came to me instantly. And it truly amazed me, how powerful a work of writing can be, to have the ability to relay such emotions to another individual.

I wanted to write a short story about facing your fears, and the outcome that can come once you do. Facing your fears can make you feel free.

I talk in metaphors sometimes to obscure my subject. Honesty is a key part of art, but on the other hand, honesty can be defined differently. It just true to the writer and their experience. I try to write similarly to how my real self might reveal her thoughts. My goal with this poem was to tie all my thoughts into one central metaphor to make a cohesive narrative. I limited myself by not using any rhetorical questions (which I admittedly overuse). I hope you enjoy reading this!

In this poem, it’s not my intention to offend any group or minority, this is solely for the purpose of educating people on the atrocities happening in Palestine today. In this poem, I am not being anti-Semitic, but merely shining light on the genocide Palestinians are facing because of Zionist oppression.