Jul 13

they/them: The Way They Speak

they speak in poetry.
their first word was "revolution";
can you believe it?
each sentence they speak—
passionate sonnets,
each word has to be soaked
in intellectual meaning
(they're also very smart too).
they also speak in couplets
two line of a verse that rhyme;
sarcasm, maybe.
haikus are a whole other language,
every time they open their mouth
they make unintentionally beautiful patterns.
each ballad,
and epitaph they utter,
could make a book,
a novel
of poetry.
Jun 17

You Don't Belong To Anyone

she's mine —
she's not anyone's
she belongs to her goddamn self.
Jun 11

Her: A Three Part Haiku

At first glance, you caught
my heart. I don't blame you but
you're the reason for

my smile nowadays.
I don't drink coffee but you're
eyes are mocha brown

and I'm thirsty. Your
confidence alone could bring
a man to his knees.
Jun 11

A Poem For The Girl Who Needs It

This poem is for the girl needs it.
To the girl who cries at night,
whispering her sorrows to the stars;
stitching a new smile for the next day.
Your bravery deserves a medal.

This poem is for the girl who feels numb.
To the girl who hurts to feel,
depression and hopelessness weighing her down;
making her think, "why even bother?"
You are strong, and I believe these moments pass
like each rippling wave.

for each girl who needs this,
you are important,
you are loved
you are not alone.
Jun 11

Our Differences

you are the sun and i am the moon;
we’ll never cross paths but
do i think you’re

Jun 11


Some people walk through art galleries with

their eyes closed

and some people,

touch the art when they're not supposed to

and some people take art

to reduce it to its value

instead of seeing how beautiful it is.


my love,

just know that I’m

taking in every inch of your beauty


and know that

you are art.

every curve, dimple, and freckle is a part of a


And if other people can’t see that

then they’re blind.

don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Jun 11

A Series Of Gathas (or why I fell in love in the first place)

When the bright sun sets

I promise you and the earth

To appreciate every part of you

whether other people find you beautiful or not

When the day turns to dusk

I pledge to you and moon

To love your dark side

because Lord knows we all have one

Whenever the night falls (and the sky darkens)

I vow to the red roses on your dress

To have and to hold you, for better or worse

in sickness and in health, until death do us apart
Jun 11


Send that text,

wear that dress,

go to that party,



forgive them,

or don’t,

throw a chair,

put your hair in pigtails,

love him,

love her,


love them both;

life goes on and doesn’t stop for these trivial things

so be yourself, don’t be afraid.
because in the end,

we’re all living on a floating rock

in outer space



the sun doesn’t blow up too soon.

Jun 11

Good Things

Good things don’t come in threes.


good things come in waves,

on a windy day

playing hard to get with the shore.

Other times,

good things come daily,

rasing with the sun and setting when the day has ended.

And most times,

good things don’t come at all,

leaving you without hope;

a void.


if you’re lucky,

your good thing can have a pulse.
Jun 11

Things That I Wish I Saw More (or a list of the things I see in summer)


the sun;

sunny days,

smiling faces,

sticky hands,

from ice cream of course.

Pretty flowers,



that marshmallow chocolatey goodness,

rippling waves,

candy corn,

hot chocolate,


Hungry birds,

soft sand,


with your soft hands and hungry eyes,

ready for an adventure.

Red, the color of blood coursing through my veins,

the same color of your lips,

curled into a smile,

laughing and pointing at each discovery we make

in summer.

Jun 11

How Easy It Is To Love Mother Nature

being around you is like breathing,



and just as the sun shines

and the wind blows

and the plants grow,

it is natural.


how easy it is to fall

(for you)

when there are

loving roses and dandelion


(with open arms, of course)

to catch you.

Jun 11

Summer’s Greetings

It wasn’t just the way her

hair flowed in the wind,

or the way her thick limbs me.


it was her brown eyes,


mocha with a teaspoon of milk and

three cups of cream


and her

warm bright smile,

the first time we met

at the beach.
Nov 20


Prom was coming up and I was deciding whether or not to ask Lydia. Should I ask her? No, no I shouldn't. She might not like me back. You know what? I’m gonna do it. Wait, no. Damn, she might not like me back. I sigh. The undecided part of me was winning. But the part that loves Lydia was runner up.

“Hey Stiles.” Lydia says snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I-I-I, um, h-hi.” I stutter. She furrows her eyebrow.

“Um, are you okay?” She asked, obviously concerned.

“Yeah, I'm-yeah I'm fine. I'm great even.” I rub the back of neck nervously. It's now or never, Stiles.

“So, Lydia, do you, maybe, would want to go to prom with me?” I mentally cross my fingers. She pulled her lips into a straight line.


“I understand if you-wait, really?”

“Yeah, you can pick me up at 8:00. And don't forget.” She says to me walking away. I sigh.

And it was a happy sigh.

Sep 24

Stydia Impresion

Stiles' Pov

       “Hey Lydia! You look-” I begin. “-like you’re gonna ignore me.” I sigh. She walked right past me, as always. It's not a new concept, but I wish we could actually have a conversation. Me and Scott walk to our lockers. “Hey, don't be so down. Maybe next time.” I glare at him.
“Easy for you to say, you already have a girl that's interested in you, and school just started!” Scott looks at me with a confused face.

          “What are you talking about?” I point to the girl that's staring at us. “That's Allison. Dude, you didn’t know she has a crush on you? It's obvious; she's been staring at us for over five minutes.” I state.
“I’m gonna go talk to her.” He says walking towards her.

       “Scott, I don’t think that such a good idea.” I yell after him.