Poetry
Today’s world is a powerhouse of constant need and desire. Seemingly omnipresent advertisements surround us and it becomes increasingly difficult to separate our needs from our wants. I live in California’s capital, Sacramento, which has an alarming homeless population. This poem explores our materialistic obsession with money and our relationships with people around us, especially
This one is more like a short story, but I’ve had this in the notes on my phone for ages. I feel like it’s time it finally meets the world. He reaches his hand out towards mine. Despite the cold wind and the clouds of our breath, it’s warm. “Are you ready?” He asks me.
I originally wrote this poem for a scholarship contest, but I figured that I should share this with the world. This is very timely and very relevant to what’s going on in America and to how people view the country—both inside and out. Some people see America as a nation of dreams, while others see
“This poem was manifested during a late night listen to the great British band, Bastille, and their song titled ‘Flaws‘. We, as humans, focus so much on our own faults. Society has programmed us to hate diversity and to seek a ‘cookie-cutter’ lifestyle. We want to blend in- not stand out. Our flaws are buried
Rising tensions around the globe, in conjunction with worryingly lax treatment of nuclear warfare by the U.S. President, has led to a re-excitement of Cold War-era fear and anticipation. This has been a major source of anxiety for many people, myself included. Thus, the poem explores these apocalyptic ideas as a way to elaborate on this
This is the second poem in the series. It is showcasing what the color red represents in the pride flag. The series is to show what each color of the original pride flag represents. You are brought into this world by force You never chose to have this blood course Have it flow through your
There came a point in my life where I was tired of feeling tired — the weight of a million responsibilities far too heavy to carry, and the loosening grip on my faith and everything I thought I knew slowly but surely erasing any hopes of a second chance. The journey of rediscovering life is
Brock Turner is a convicted rapist who was only held in prison for three months; he raped another student at Stanford and faced few consequences. I decided to write this poem because this case is still relevant. It proves what our country truly values. It proves they are more worried about a white man’s life
Photo Credit: vivaciouspeople on Tumblr Heartbreak can be rough, even if that heartbreak is solely based on a crush that you thought you had a chance with. Finding out that the cliche romance novel scenario you made up couldn’t really turn out as you planned it to can be a bummer to say the least.
This poem was inspired by the many black boys we lost between 2012 and 2016 to police brutality. This is for them. You don’t know this but when you leave the house and don’t pick up the phone I panic. Baby your black skin can get you into a lot of trouble. When you said
This poem was written mostly just to let out all the overwhelming feelings and thoughts I had when I was getting diagnosed and didn’t really know how to explain it to people and well, this happened. Everyone around me was kind of scared of what was happening and I was too, I felt like I
