Glee Therapy

Excuse me as I type furiously away

as I’ve already wasted

more than half a day

thinking about you.

I have to write something

so that I might be productive again.

Gosh, it’s like a high school dream again…

Except no, no it’s not.

Yes, it’s a drive to a high school dance,

but it’s also the passenger seat of your roommate’s car,

and the eyes that are on me as I step out in heels and a red dress

and you dance with me to every



It’s a ride to early voting,

eating cereal at 2 in the afternoon

and talking about all our plants.

It’s Friday afternoons at work

where the rolling chairs and slick floors

are more enticing than homework assignments.

It’s so new, so childish, and yet it feels like we’ve grown up

for this.

To be hurt in the worst way


and yet not be scared enough to try again.

To know what’s it’s like to be in the darkest depths

and on top of the world…

It’s so cringey to be writing cheesy poems again,

but I’m happy that my biggest problem

is thinking about you

too much.



I’ve talked once before

about my red’s and blue’s,

how my moods often mix

both these beautiful hues.

Yet in hindsight I see

more than aesthetic shades,

and know I live behind

both of these masquerades:

My bedroom has been blue

since I came to this land,

rather shy and marked by

futures I didn’t plan.

But my blue writes my poems

and puts me to sleep.

She is there through it all,

in the veins I stain deep.

But red is the martyr

who then saves the day,

and says blue is too shy

to have things run her way.

She is loud, she is proud,

and the critics confer;

Every face in this land

could fall in love with her.

And I wish to be violet,

but they always fight.

Telling me it’s not me,

and that shade isn’t right.

Either I can write tales

of futures crystal clear,

or talk effortlessly to a boy

who is so, so near…

Perhaps this is my chance,

in this time and this place,

to fall head over heels

with a sky smile on my face.

I have shown you each side,

how they fight and they fray.

And though it doesn’t matter…

I hope that you stay.

Portrait 12


What a wonder it was

for tarnished eyes to see–

an old Ganesha charm

hanging down gracefully

from a vineyard of beads

that reside on my wrist–

“Oh who would ever think

it was them that I missed?”

When I gave them away

in a misguided plea.

“Here’s my heart, take good care–”


he’s never taken care of silver, has he?

He won’t know that it takes

more than one “I love you.”

It takes hard work and trust

to make love shine like new.

He never saw it darken,

a tragedy so,

until he was wise enough

to just let it go.

And I thank him, for that

(And I’ll also thank you).

Now it’s polished and primed,

and it knows what to do.

To help this young girl learn

to shine bright and be true.

“Do your best and just be

unapologetically you!”

(And if this poem stings,

I do not mean you pain.

I just felt it was right

to write something again.

And I won’t bite my tongue

for no ghost in the fray

You have chosen to read,

so you’ll hear what I say.)

So come on, little girl

and wear your silver dress.

The sun is shining bright

and you’re looking your best.

Find the life you deserve,

love, laugh, and never quit.

You have your heart back now,

so go out and use it!


I Have Returned

I could explain why I disappeared for five months if anybody wanted me to, but I’m not going to go to huge lengths to say it all. I’m assuming you’ll probably hear about it somewhat in the writings to come, anyway. Basically I got worn out, and I pushed myself too far. I spent a few months with no desire or ability to write, then a few with a desire, yet no real strength to get back to doing what I loved. And then last night, at around 10 PM, I wrote again after five wordless months with no hesitation, and decided, no, was pulled back into my blog.

I’ve constantly tried to turn my writing into a craft or a profession, something that I could use to officially create a name for myself (ironic, right?). But the truth is that writing is only therapy to me. It comes when I need it the most, and goes away when my mind can’t handle it. But after the most crazy and most amazing senior year I could have ever asked for– after romance, graduation, and a slightly unhealthy amount of anxiety– here I am. Still truthful, still real, and still without a name, although maybe not for long…

The posts will continue to ebb and flow as I do, and I hope that you all, once again, will join me. This next stage of my life is going to be very interesting, I’ve been told. And hopefully very poem-worthy.

Sincerely yours,


Snowy New Year

Snow is a silent predator

that arrives without a patter,

invades without a thunder clap,

sticks around until March

when the last few mountains the plowers tried to corral

finally disappear down the drains of store parking lots.

And we love it, our snow.

We love nature’s great cleanser

that reminds us of lights and gifts,

when in reality snow buries us in our homes,

makes us slip and break our bones,

and gives the unlucky people who get lost in it

a very peaceful way to fall asleep


But if I were the weather,

I would very much like

to be snow.

Rain brags, and shouts,

and washes us away with it in a day.

But snow proves that even the silent ones

can be

the strongest.

Hello everyone! I am back after being MIA for the past couple days. As you might be able to guess I have been taking a break after my extra-long year of poem writing, while I have also been trying to figure out what I should make of this blog for the new year! Well, I’m happy to say that nothing much is going to be changing; I will still be writing poems and blogging them regularly, although it certainly won’t be as often as every day. I’m not going to lie; 366 Poems wore me out much more than my previous poetry project had, but unfortunately my lifestyle today is not as relaxed and empty as it was when I first came up with this idea. With jobs, college applications, and extracurriculars my life began to spin out of control, and I only fear that it will continue to do so once my senior year ends and college actually begins. However, I do have some continuing projects in mind for this year, some that are similar to what I have already been doing, and some that are fairly radical and different. So I apologize if this blog starts to get a bit quieter. I enjoy all the support that you have given me in my writing and want to continue bringing quality content to this blog, but I believe that my creative endeavors will be best helped if I stop cramming out words every day and instead take them as they come. Do not judge the snow’s silence, as it will still pile up to your roof (as it is doing at my house right now).

Also, since I haven’t said it yet, thank you so much to all my followers and supporters in 2016. I did it again! But I wouldn’t have been able to without the continued support of my WordPress following and all the people who encourage me to keep writing my best. Thank you all very much! Stay warm and have a happy new year!



366 Poems: December 28th, 2016

Old Words

I wish for the words of another age

when my mind was less preoccupied,

when I couldn’t create in other ways,

and from the paper, my pen would never stray.

But times are changing, as they always do,

and I fear where my words may disappear to

but if they must, I ask one thing:

please let them still exist.

“Something new, something old.”