Last Words.

I hope you die. That was the last thing you said to me. And then I did. My heart just shriveled up and crumbled like ashes. But unlike the Phoenix or Jesus, it didn’t rise again. Instead, I was pronounced dead and buried a week later. I was buried in the beautiful blue prom dress … Continue reading Last Words.

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Me vs Me.

I check the posts in the memories section on Facebook every single day, usually right around midnight when they change, just to see how I used to talk, what I used to talk about, and how I have grown over the years. I often find myself annoyed with my old posts from like 2011 and … Continue reading Me vs Me.

Phantom of the Cafeteria

I recently thought about a traumatic experience in 5th grade when they found a dead body in the cafeteria vent. So I wrote this poem about it. This is like an untold narrative about him. It also sort of is a story of lots of people in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I was a survivor of penury. But, the soul of the story was a victim.

Boom

Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.