I have never been one to call myself a “writer” nor did I consider writing a talent until I realized the people around me felt the same towards me and other aspiring “writers.” It felt as if our writing was not considered anything special because our names were not considered anything special. We were not
I wrote this poem for one of my closest friends who reminded me that friends do exist. After being in a relationship that dragged me under and away from friends and any type of social life, finding this friend helped me breathe. This is my letter to her. Dear Friend, Friend you are, caring soul
I wrote this poem when I realized my self worth after dealing with a man that I had been putting up with for a while at the time. This poem is about knowing your self worth. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. My box is like a flower Waiting for you to come
I’m not going to start this piece with a typical explanation as to why I wrote it. I won’t start off with the phrase “I wrote this poem because…” and I won’t try to justify it in any other way. To be honest it was just me being overwhelmed. In the midst of an existential
This poem was written when I had difficulty describing someone I admire. Anything I wrote, it wasn’t good enough. I realized no words are good enough. There’s an X amount of words to describe how wonderful the person I admire truly is. The pages of my journals are suffocated with every detail of your loveliness
I wrote this poem about a relationship in which one is attached to his/her partner, hoping that the other will change into this imagined or nostalgic perspective. A relationship like this is never easy to grieve, nor is it ever easy to escape, especially when one doesn’t wish to leave; even though that’s what’s needed
This is for the women who are lost in the darkness and when they place their arms out, they receive a burned lightbulb. For the women, who are too scared of the sharks to go back in the water and are searching for someone to bring the water to them. You have given so much
This poem is about the people we love and the people who left, especially, the people who fall into both categories. In this poem, I think you can tell that I am a huge fan of imagery and metaphors, but I also wanted to keep this poem a little bit more vague, so that people
Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to be all grown up and sort of be in charge. Now that I’m a bit older, I’ve realized that “being in charge” of anything is much, much more difficult than I’d previously anticipated. I wrote this as a sort of love letter to growing up
After watching romance movies and reading too much fan fiction, I thought I had gotten the breaking-up process to a T. I ended up compiling a bunch of these cliche lines and turning my different interpretations of the line into a story of a toxic relationship because anyone that has to use any of these
This poem commemorates those that perished in the Armenian Genocide because not many are even aware of this event that took place in history. After countless nights of writing research papers on this subject, I wanted to communicate this topic in a different medium—one of my first poems: One hundred and two years of
“People enter your life and they exit just as easily. It’s not always so easy to the one who is left there, alone, wondering where they went wrong. These thoughts can leave a permanent mark on the person, often experiencing self-hating thoughts.” Up until now, I blamed myself for us being star-crossed I