I see this road differently in the dark
The freshly painted white lines glowing
Each traffic light blurring as I zoom past
Does everything move faster at night?
Fifty-five feels like eighty-five now
and I, an avoider of adventure, could drive
on forever if each stretch was like this one.
No one is out-- or so it seems, until
the next light turns red and a sea of bright
headlights finally catches up. I wasn't flying;
I was out of my comfort zone,
out of the house, and on the road. If only
every road mimicked this one, at this time,
stayed dark forever, I might get out more.
I hope you enjoy this short little piece! I’m writing this as I got back from a friend’s house on a late (for my early bird self) night drive home– there’s something special about a quiet, late night drive. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
There's been a shift in the sky--
I know you saw it too. When the clouds
rolled away and the pavement seemed
lighter, all of a sudden, we did too.
I dream in color, of us faraway from here
but together. The life, any life
we would want, is just out of reach.
In one of my dreams, we drove up
to the mountains. A light layer of snow
stuck to the sides of my sneakers
and I didn't want to get back in the car.
I jumped off the peak, flying and falling--
ready to grasp at the air for what could've been.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s a shorter one, clearly inspired by some of the quirky dreams I’ve been having lately. I wish I could remember all of them… especially considering the ones I do remember get fuzzy only a few minutes after waking up. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there!
Look in the mirror
See a different person every time
I begin to wonder when it will become
clear who she really is
How can I distinguish between
masked facade and true self
when it all changes each day?
It becomes easy to focus on looks
when that's the only constant
in a person. My hair, my eyes,
the softened edges of my face--
a familiar exterior ponders
what is truly inside
and how I will find out.
I hope you enjoyed this super short piece! It was a slight bit dramatized but it was still something I’d been wanting to write. Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Not lying really, just sitting
I am always truthful to you
Tapping my fingers
on my steering wheel,
I think of how much has changed
in these short few months
that bleed together--
there is so much we're still waiting
for. The roads we take everyday
are bridges to what's to come
and we both know this is not the end.
The sun peeks through cloud cover
and for the first time this spring,
we can really see it shine.
Another reminder that time is fleeting
and something is coming.
I would wait here forever, but
it won't take that long.
I hope you enjoyed this short poem! Happy National Poetry Writing Month 🙂 I have to admit this poem was partially inspired by “Wait For It” from Hamilton. I listen to the Hamilton soundtrack more than I’d like to admit, and my favorite songs shift every few months… I bet you can guess what one of my current favorites is! Please feel free to leave feedback or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Early morning, short commute
Feeling careless on a Friday
and so is everyone else;
a man stops in the middle
of the on-ramp your car
climbs every morning,
mornings just like this one
A line of red glares, brake
lights abruptly on as we
all stomp our feet on the pedal
He shrugs and keep walking
We all must go
What if someone hadn't stopped?
These are the questions I ponder
because somewhere else,
it all could end very differently.
I hope you enjoyed this short piece! It’s actually a very simplified description of the fear I experienced when driving to school earlier on the day I’m writing this. Luckily no one got hurt… except for a car a couple cars behind me that got rear-ended. But no people were hurt, and that’s what matters. Maybe car accidents are on my mind since I just finished reading The Great Gatsby in English class 🙂 Stay safe and healthy out there.
time passes by too quickly
crossing off each day on the calendar
soon your red pen has slashed through
all 365 boxes, and we start again
one day you’re basking under the golden sun
the next you’re boarded up in your room
draped in blankets as you turn the heat on
as if you haven’t seen the real sun in years
thoughts of summer are slipping away
the same sensation as a tickle in your nose
but you’re pale as a ghost
and just as soon, the new comforter you
bought for extra warmth that winter
is tearing at the seams; you’re overheating
under it anyways, the summer heat returned
you used to sit down and write about these
moments, the little things in life
until you ran out of time.
always chasing the clock
they say, “we all have the same amount of hours
in a day, it’s what you do with them”
but does it really matter what we do
when the clock is always ticking?
because no matter how much time you have
you’re never going to do that thing
that you wished to have more time for
it’s always been your choice:
frantically race against the clock
or follow your heart and
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Funnily enough, I wrote this before COVID-19 even hit… it only rings more true now. Time is short and extremely valuable, so I hope you all are making the best of your situations and hopefully doing well… how is it already spring? Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
We write because we need to
Our unique voices yearn for validation
For words on the page that scream our stories
It may feel as if we don't belong
But we're here for an important reason
This world needs us as much as anyone else
Our unique backgrounds, our vivid imaginations
Allow us to hone our personal craft
Leaving a wash of color on a world
That normally comes in shades of black and white
We write because we want to share pieces of ourselves
Serving our hearts on platters and hoping
That someone relates or understands
If no one does, if we're truly alone,
That might be even better
Because now our thoughts are out there
Waiting for the next person to stumble upon them
To find everything they've ever thought in solitude
In the written word, speaking directly to them
To sift through the pages of a book that builds their world
Creating a safe haven for them to take shelter in
We write for these people
The future readers, the future writers
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s actually another older one I dug up– as I’m currently having a little bit of writer’s block, it seemed fitting. This was the exact poem I needed to write at the time, and it’s the exact poem I needed to read at the moment. Even if it’s a bit cheesy, maybe it can cheer some of you up. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
why does the sun shine
in a way that sometimes
creates iridescent ripples
across the shallow blue waters
of my slightly dirty swimming pool?
why does the sun shine
in a way that sometimes
beams directly into our eyes
blocking our vision
from anything else in the world?
why does the sun shine
in a way that sometimes
illuminates the best in things
or the worst in things
rather than letting us see the full picture?
it would be interesting to see the world
from outside of the sun's shadows
but without the sun, our world couldn't exist
do you believe what you see?
whether you're staring into the sunlight
or glaring at a pitch-black sky
it's important to remember
that the shadows may be cast by the sun,
but they're a reflection of us
and you can still see shadows in the dark
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I actually wrote it over a year ago, so this is a bit of a flashback. It’s interesting to look back on old poems and see how much my writing has changed– it’s also just proof of how much I’ve changed. Look back on your old work– you might be surprised what you find. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Driving too fast,
it is easy to miss the signs.
Days are crossed off
on the calendar, and we
keep waiting for signs--
to hear something,
Are we not looking
hard enough, listening
as it is? It's easy to read
into things, and just as easy
to ignore them altogether.
Wait for the signs you want,
you might be waiting
a while. I'll stay with you,
keep driving until
we see something we like.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s funny how often driving shows up in my poems ever since I got my license. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
We quickly learned what it was like
to truly run out of options, carefully
walking in circles, retracing old steps
as if something-- or someone-- new
would materialize. The sun poured
through our windows but didn't warm
our bodies and no object was left
unturned. All the books reread, papers
refiled, clothes and trinkets reorganized
in different drawers, shows on the Netflix
queue watched; we wait for change.
Still waiting, we realized it all has already
changed-- who thought we would be here,
one year later? We may be living
through history, but each day only comes
into focus as it passes. We may need
many more years to decipher all their
I hope you enjoyed this piece! As we enter the month of March (which is so crazy to say), the realization that all of the chaos in our world has been going on for a full year is daunting. I hope you all are doing well, and that much better things are to come. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments, as always. Stay safe and healthy out there.