Imagine us, unable to scribble out our mistakes
quietly living on old crinkled pages,
with the choice to erase or forcibly remember
all that we previously could coat in ink
The blunt tips of charcoal and pencil lead
smudged beneath our oily fingers
would have to do,
no mediums of the black and blue variety
at our fingertips anymore.
You would go into hiding, unable to face
the temporary permanence
and all the other oxymorons in this world
we used to ignore.
In this world, we'll fade into the background
no matter what words are written down.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve had some major writer’s block and frustration with my work lately, so it was interesting to explore writing in the actual subject matter of this poem. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. I hope you guys are having a wonderful weekend. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Good things are coming
and you can feel it when you're
flying high, clothes billowing out
like a roll of silk unfurled
with the wind.
Sweetness settled on your teeth
and in your gum line, on a sugar
high and ready to fly
Keep flapping the wings taped
to your arms, stretch out to full
wingspan or else you may fall
The air will carry you even
if there's smoke as long as you
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s some cautious positivity for those of you who need it– I know I do. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments! Have a great rest of your Sunday. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Today I’m going to give you all a quick update on where I’m at with this blog and changes for the future. I know I’ve talked several times about sticking to a stricter posting schedule, but I always kept trucking along with my daily posts and various topics covered. Junior year has been overwhelming thus far and I want to make it easier on myself while still providing content for you guys. If you’re interested in hearing more about my thoughts on this and where this blog is going, keep on reading!
First of all, I would rather underpromise and overdeliver content for you all than overpromise and underdeliver. That’s why I’m somewhat disappointed but still going to say that for now, I will only be posting once a week on Sundays. Of course I’ll throw in bonus posts sometimes, but I want to have quality poems/other types of posts to share with you all, and right now that’s just not possible if I’m trying to post every single day. I’m also hoping this will motivate me to come up with new ideas for you all.
I’m choosing quality over quantity for the time being as I want to be proud of the work I produce for this blog, and this will honestly make it so much easier to write good content (or at least I’m hoping). I hope you guys are okay with that.
Additionally, I know lots of bloggers don’t actually post every day. I’m not trying to use that as an excuse, but it just makes sense that I would eventually scale back the amount of posts per week after over a year of posting almost daily and finding my direction on this blog. I don’t want to write half-hearted content just to get a post up, and I think I’ve been doing that subconsciously lately since I’m so short on time.
I’m so thankful for anyone reading this post (or anyone who has read any of my blog posts) and I hope you stick around to see what’s to come! I’ll still be taking requests and writing challenges as always.
This blog has been such a wonderful creative outlet for the past 15 months, and I know it will continue to be. I want to keep the content fresh and make sure I’m not burning out, and I hope you all understand that. Thanks so much for being here if you’re still reading! I appreciate you all. Stay safe and healthy out there.
The light streams in through the blinds,
but it can't kiss your skin from the window
when you're sitting inside, cooped up.
The work never ends if you don't cut it off,
and you'll end up waiting forever if
you're waiting for a time where you can
sit outside in the sun without a care in
I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! At the time of writing this, I felt pretty overworked so I made it a point to give myself a break and try to have a more balanced weekend. Make sure to do that– this piece is more of a mini-warning than anything else. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Here in California the chilling wind
doesn't come; autumn heat lingers
until after the Christmas lights are
hung up. Leaves may turn shades
of golden and fall from the trees,
but the sun continues to shine and
you often can't wear a sweater or
hold a hot drink. You'll continue
melting, waiting for the leaves to turn,
until you realize they already have.
Fall doesn't always come.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’m excited for winter, but here in California fall never really feels like anything. It just represents back to school and waiting for winter to actually come. I want to live somewhere where all four seasons actually happen 🙂 Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Fences keep out many things, but
smoke isn't one of them. Let it curl
in the air over the backyard walls,
disappear into the night while the
scent lasts. The grey shapes against
the twilight could be beautiful if
we looked up and saw them.
I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! It was pretty much inspired by going in my backyard and smoke drifting over the wall from my neighbor’s house. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
The one book on the shelf that is much
older than the rest-- yes, that one--how
yellowed are its pages now? Crisp, clean
books fresh from the presses sometimes
already have that yellow coloring, but
there's no substitute to time and how
it crinkles paper. The dusty scent that
spreads through your nostrils and makes
you cough as you flip through the pages--
yes, that smell-- can only ripen with age,
I hope you enjoyed this short little poem! It was inspired by my bookshelf in my room, which has mostly new books on it, but a copy of The Catcher in the Rye from my mom’s high school days that is bent out of shape and very, very yellowed. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
We look at missed opportunities in the form
of forks in the road and plane tickets never
booked, but what about the ones under our
The meals never made with the
ingredients in the fridge, the conversations
never had even though they were acted out
so many times in one's head, the outfits
never worn that remained on vision boards
and magazine spreads.
We continue on, missing what is beside us,
in front of us, or passing by as we walk to
work and school and everything in between.
At least acknowledge what you're missing.
I hope you enjoyed this poem! I try to take advantage of all the opportunities granted to me, and although it can be overwhelming taking on larger opportunities such as activities and jobs and such, there are so many little ones that are just fun experiences waiting to be had. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
let's sit in the kitchen and organize all
the candy we've collected in the cupboards,
even if half of it's expired. we can unwrap
each chocolate bar so they'll all melt into
puddles, slightly different shades of brown.
we'll never want to eat sugar again, like
our half-baked version of Halloween when
we ate each piece and the bottoms of our
were littered with the colorful wrappers,
not color-coded at all.
let's keep it simple and make it harder on
ourselves, once more.
I hope you enjoyed this poem! It was kind of inspired by the fact that Halloween’s really not that faraway at this point. Before we know it, the holiday season will be upon us! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
I don't look in the glass to see you,
but to see what's left behind. I'll
look at all the glass I can find:
chapstick marks on water bottles,
fingerprints on the bathroom
mirror, and whatever else has
been pressed into the glass by you.
This is super mini-poem, but it is what it is. I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I can’t believe we’re basically halfway through September already! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.