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And when the clock tolls twelve…
I’m a princess, bejeweled and dressed in the finest silks. Still, blood stains my fine evening gloves.
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Book of Ghosts
The book of change watches me rage as its pages turn of their own accord like a scornful clock endlessly ticking, sending me to the ground in a freefall of…
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Why I Quit Social Media and Can’t Go Back
In November 2021 I made a change. Sitting in my stinky dorm room (because let’s be honest, all dorm rooms smell so bad), I deleted social media apps. Systematically, one…
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A Daily Nightmare
No one sees him, No one hears him. But he always lives among us Patiently waiting and waiting.
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Life?
What is life? Just one more breath? The process of being, before you are dead? The presence of pain, So you know that it’s real, Or the dull empty depth,…
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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Attention Economy
In 1997, theoretical physicist Michael Goldhaber warned that the world was shifting away from a material economy and more towards an attention based economy– one focused on attracting and maintaining…
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Joy in the Dark
Winter mist rippled through the grass, Sending sweet chills down your back. Beneath all the layers of snow, There's much to uncover.
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shattered remains
i have spent my life under a rock not knowing what it means to live i’ve spent my life in solitude waiting for the moment when i wake up and…
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A Broken Wishing Well
never ending expectations are dropped like coins splattered into a fountain they fall and make a splash piercing the water abruptly until it’s smooth silky surface is forced into a…
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Anxiety
I don’t know how, But I am certain. Something lurks behind the curtain. Through the windows, Its eyes peer. I can sense it growing near.
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Self-Reproach
The wind came for me; shook my soul Whistling, rageful, forceful. I stood still and welcomed it. Danced with it in unison. Felt its wrath while wilted leaves fell at…
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I Attempt to Explain
I’m running through my shortening list of excuses, trying to reason my way out of the gaping hole somewhere inside the unmapped chambers of my heart. With your biology pragmatism,…
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Depression
These photos are about depression and how prevalent it is among teens in our society.
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the perfection
My inspiration was perfectionism and how it could be a bad attribute to have. I have my fair share of perfectionistic tendencies that fester into anxiety. I wrote this piece…
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Tape
When I have anxiety I put tape on my fingers and nose to get a sensation that grounds me. This is depicted through the orange on my fingers and nose.…
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How to Build a Mannequin
I was inspired by the Asian culture while writing this poem. Growing up, being compared to children I’ve never even met is a common occurrence. It’s an internal competition between…
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Junior Year
I came up with the idea for this piece the day my April SAT scores come out. I had taken the SAT in March, then studied and prepped from those…
