Poetry
To be caught in the mud of deteriorating mental health can be extremely exhausting, and recovery can be even worse. This is the first poem of my Untitled series — a series about my experiences with deteriorating mental health and pathway to recovery. My journey through the mud of these sticky, dark days has yet
The human tendency to remember (and even exaggerate) the positives from past events, and minimize the negatives, is known as rosy retrospection. We are inclined to judge the past with more lightheartedness than the present, and most things we experience are not as pleasant as we remember them. My fascination of this developed when realizing the
you leaned closer to me with her on your mind, and as your lips met mine, you weren’t kissing me. your mind was full of the thoughts of her. you missed the sensation you felt as her lips touched yours. you look for her when we go to the same places you went with her. my
As a person of color, engaging with white people is always a complex situation — whether they are malevolent or not — because of history. Therefore, beginning to develop a more than casual connection with a white person is especially intricate, because perhaps you are beginning to look past that history. But if you do
This poem is about my mom. I’ve known her for only seventeen years of her life — she was a whole different person before I was born. She didn’t have me until she was thirty-five; she had another life at the time. I think it is safe to say that almost all teenagers love to
I have a habit of saying “I hate everything” but that tends to be incredibly far from the truth. One afternoon I actually sat and thought about things that I love. It brought so much happiness. Thinking about things you love is healthy, never let the negativity overpower the positivity. I often say I hate
Of the hundreds of cliché quotes, the two I hear the most are “there’s more to me than meets the eye” or “you know my name, not my story.” They convey that there is so much more to a person than what they initially let on. Fascinated by that idea, I tried it for myself
I wrote this poem while doing an exercise in which I was expected to write in the perspective of a villian. This is from the eyes of a man who leaves the woman carrying his child. The purpose of it is to give the reader another perspective in attempt to prove the intended point. What
I wrote this poem at a time when I felt very insecure about myself. For so long, I acted a certain way because that was what everyone expected. The way I presented myself, talked and acted a manifestation of other people opinion, and then one day it just caught up to me and I didn’t
This is a poem inspired by anyone who writes and why they are the way they are. Sometimes they’re a bit different, and that’s okay, even if people don’t understand why. There’s something about the girl who writes. She sees but rarely speaks. She thinks but rarely acts. She pours her thoughts out onto
Depression and anxiety affected me as young as nine-years-old. It’s an issue that remains important to me and continues to be a huge part of my life. This poem is my nostalgic take on my childhood feelings. In dedication of World Mental Health Day, I have decided to put my writing to good use and
There are some people who you come across that really open up your eyes to a whole new world. Sometimes when you think back about the ways you love them and why you love them you realize that you are so fortunate to have come across someone as lovely as them. It is an honor
