Tagged: creative writing

Looking forward, home.

Just as poet E.E. Cummings carries another’s heart within his own, I carry my home with me.  Continue reading

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5PM, peacefully noisy city

i. I’m walking and I’m at peace despite the world blaring outside Continue reading

we wander the neighborhood.

When I get back from school, I don’t take off my shoes until I’ve walked my dog. We venture up and down through our hilly neighborhood, stopping occasionally while he sniffs at various bushes along the sidewalk. Sometimes we run, and my lungs will be screaming for air after reaching the top of a steep slope, but the rush of moving so quickly is worth it.  Continue reading

New Voices: untitled

We grow up surrounded by genius

And this sometimes inspires us to emulate it

But more often drives us to envy it

As we wonder;

If we aren’t exceptional,

If we aren’t outstanding,

What are we worth?  Continue reading

Letters to friends at the end of junior year

**this doesn’t even cover half of what I want to say to half of the people I want to say it to but it was nice to get at least some of it down in writing. 


Dear 1,

I will forever love the fact that you never sugarcoat anything.
You’re one of the sweetest and most thoughtful people I know, but you don’t let anything get in the way of your honesty. You channel your thoughtfulness into constructed opinions that are well-rounded and understanding of existing context. I sometimes don’t know how to tell people what my real opinion is, but you rarely are and I admire that so much.

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sidewalk monsters // 7:45am on an average thursday

photo taken by my awesome friend Nicole, definitely go check out her stuff.

photo taken by my awesome friend Nicole, definitely go check out her stuff.

Walking to school on that path near the eucalyptus trees in the morning– it’s really something special… 

First I’m fine, walking at an even pace down the pavement with music pounding in my ears. I have no second thoughts about how I might be damaging my eardrums because I’m far more concerned with the drumbeat in the background. Maybe I should start thinking about it?  Continue reading

To a new friend.