S.Y. Liu

S.Y. Liu

CA

13 years old

Posts

  • Not Cold Anymore

    The wind blows in my face, and I shiver. It's so miserably cold. I feel soft, little things pelting my coat. Lifting my hands, I reach them out and find little white dots speckling them.

  • A Stranger Beneath the Leaves

    I finger a rich, dark green leaf, dappled with sunlight. Running my fingers over the rough bark of an oak tree, I lift my head towards the sunlight. The sun warms me down to my toes, and I scoop up handfuls of dirt.

  • Who Are You?

    The harsh, cruel blue light of the moon shone over my face. I once saw it as beautiful and gentle, but I don’t anymore. My hair had countless pins and hairclips in it, so many that it was almost a half of my hair.

  • Somebody I Thought I Knew

    The wind whipped her hood, and I saw a glimpse of her onyx eyes and gently pink lips. She turned towards me, holding her dark black cloak together. Those eyes were so familiar, yet I couldn't place them.

  • A Shimmering Creature

    The first thing I saw were orbs of midnight blue, specks of white swirling in their depths like the night sky. Iridescent circles, layered one upon the other, surrounded the eyes.

Loves

  • A letter to ICE

    Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

    raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

    who are you protecting though?

     

    I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

    children,

  • Weeping Willows

    The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.

    A dryad floats above her, in the air.

    They unify, becoming one.


    In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun.

  • A Mix

    My face is a mix of my parents'

    I have my dad's eyes

    And hair

    I have my moms features

    And skin tone

    But it all pulled together

    To make my face

    My face with brown hair and eyes

    Pink lips

  • For A While

    Some people don’t stay

    like mountains do.

    They arrive like weather —

    soft, sudden,

    changing the air around you.

    They sit beside you

    on ordinary days

    and somehow

    make them glow.

  • Sleeping Beauty’s Dreams

    People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.

    But that’s not true, not in the least.

    She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.

  • I Want to be a Princess

    Is it wrong 

    to want to be a princess?

    Is it naive or childish?

     

    Because I want to be in a world where at 16 

    I find my prince charming, 

    where every year onwards is happily ever after