It all started with a simple hello — I went for a walk this afternoon, and this time I opted for an urban hike to see people and do some street photography simultaneously. I crossed an elderly guy who said hello with a big smile. And so I replied hello with a smile and asked him how he…

Memories, sweet and painful in my heart Shaped by time, forever lasting in my mind In the temple I would pray daily two times To escape the pain and dismay I felt always My parents could not understand my thoughts or me My passions, my dreams, my demands all disappear All shattered by their forceful hand…

A Poem by a Former Identity — Names ingrained on a sandy shore, inked by the tips of foolish fingers, receive no sign of their signature’s end times before resigning to being overwritten by a wave. Castles constructed by childish hands quiver at their foundation, their kings usurped by the ocean’s army before dynasties and legacies have the…

“If this was a poem about..” poetry prompt from Emily Gibson — If this was a poem about endings- I’d start it in the middle- or write it back to front- I’d pick my words to go both ways, just to confuse-even though if this was a poem about endings you would already know how it goes because it already happened-its true-if…

然后我错过了机会 - 当我搬家时，我想着并打击了我的天生意识，并感到口吃，并担心自己的行为可能会被误解。我清空了冲动。然后我错过了机会。我嘲笑并投降。可能有浪漫的地方。得知向往我出错的渴望？…