This is a poem I wrote in 6th grade that I found while rummaging through some old things. The colorful, (originally) three page, comic sans piece was one in a series I had written for school and it’s specifically meaningful to me because my teacher’s feedback would go on to keep me writing. She told me…
Read MoreIt’s crazy how certain things can be so easy for one person and simultaneously so difficult for another. In that we often neglect to recognize the personal battles being faced by the people around us. Though this isn’t always negative, it is important to realize that the battles and victories you confront in the peanut…
Read MoreSometimes I run away from you when youâre hurting, but itâs not because I donât care. Itâs because Iâm scared. I have this way of loading my backpack where I put my books in the bottom and then I add your cinder blocks on top and before I know it Iâve walked 5 miles but…
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In high school I would get these terrible headaches and stomach pains that seemed to have no trigger. It turned out that they were a result of having pent up emotion that was taking a toll on my body. As a result, I learned that I needed to physically process emotions (particularly negative emotions) in…
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What can I say? I love deep. So far I donât think Iâve met anyone who loves me quite as much as I’ve loved them. Except maybe my mom. And one of my friends whose actions have been pretty consistent over the years. But I used to view that as a negative thing. âLOVE ME. LOVE…
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As many of you know, after an arduous application process and multiple interviews, I’ve been waiting for the past few months to find out if I would be accepted into the Disney College Program– an internship that would greatly help me with many of my academic and career goals while simultaenously allowing me to live…
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I love you, I do Your life has value. Whether you believe it or you don’t, Whether you will see it or you won’t, The truth is clear to me that I love you. And I know that this world hurts. The pain– it sears and burns. And you don’t see any light, Especially…
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I have a big red target, it sits right on my forehead. It torments me at night, especially when I should be going to bed. It’s two o’clock in the morning, but the target’s on my mind. Literally– it sits right in front of my brain so it’s on my mind all the time. It’s…
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I think I write and post poems often because poetry is the kind of writing that comes quickly to me. I can sit down and write poems about almost anything and I could keep on writing and writing because I want to, but not because I feel like I have to. Writing about other things…
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