It's small things that counts they said But never the small things that break too How long are those small conversations they say Never...

The sun melts on the horizon of a mountain My love for her is found again We lie in the grass and listen to rock n’ roll Finally, taking...

add the kimchi to the pot ( my first word being umma / falling asleep to korean lullabies and babbling to my grandparents / washed kimchi...

the monster I saw, it was you at first, it was too good to be true the monster I saw as a child under my bed the only monster I know is...

So for quite a bit of time, I was far less than sublime, My plight, you ask? My lack of ideas for this very task. What should I do? The...

Child raised in the temple of Phoebus, Hear me one last time, for I can not Reach you when you are gone, The world you know will change...

I lost the girl That little girl who once loved this world The same girl who would imagine sitting on a train and flying through the...

some days i feel like Atlas, holding the weight of the world on my shoulders other days i feel like Perseus or Theseus, slaying monsters...

I want to live in a fairytale. Not one with an evil stepmother or glass slippers. Just one with a happy ending. I dream, dream constantly...

I think it was the beginning of high school when I finally started Listening to Tupac My mom called him a poet I didn’t know what she...

There I stood in the rain- A million droplets over me, That draped my skin with their touch- With a giggle, and a blush. They fell from...

And I walk alone on the titled road, Reminiscent of the times when the angels spoke, The reality of my life lies in its shroud, I...

Empty Words It’s hard to sing songs of praise knowing you don’t believe them; that they are just tunes to fill empty space. Like feathers...

I miss you, There is no doubt about it It’s been five years But I still think about it About the times we were, Laughing and smiling, For...

Have you ever paused, To observe, to listen, Perhaps even applause, For our city’s gorgeous glisten? Have you ever wondered, Why you...

in the before I clung to hope, my mother’s skirt. I refused to be joyful on my own, I refused to be joyful when I was alone. a peddler...

I had embarked on a train to the Hills, Instead of working a day job in the mills, With the reasoning that if time truly kills, I’d much...

I’m your old photograph I used to be a wonderful memory that you kept by your heart You and I, we were never apart All those photos we...