Mud
A poem on mud, and the gross it has become.
A poem on mud, and the gross it has become.
A poem on victimhood, and what it is to act it. (Slightly dark, talks about violence)
I felt bad while I read about special relativity from a book I borrowed from our university library
based on the role-play game "Dread." (Specifically, Smosh's most recent one for this poem.)
based on the role-play game "Dread." (Specifically, Smosh's most recent one for this poem.)
based on the role-play game "Dread." (Specifically, Smosh's most recent one for this poem.)
based on the role-play game "Dread." (Specifically, Smosh's most recent one for this poem.)
based on the role-play game "Dread."
based on the role-play game "Dread."
based on the role-play game of "Dread"
autumn equinox
my first poem on here. sorry it doesn't rhyme. that's just how i do it.
This is a quartet of poems, written at different times in my life. They reflect my journey, from misery to not.
an interpretive piece about not being “Asian” enough in the public’s eyes because you don’t look the part
They finally said .....