Why can’t x find itself? So here’s my latest poem, “Find X,” dedicated to my math exam this Wednesday. Sorry if the math terms are extremely redundant. Math isn’t exactly my thing. Continue reading
Warning: abuse and some lines of rape.
This is the part where I’m supposed to say some feminist thing related to my poem, which is about spousal abuse. Truth is, though, I’m not really sure what to say. This one was harder to write than the others, if only because it was too horrifying a scene to imagine, let alone write about. Maybe I’ll write a part two, where the woman plots her escape. I think she deserves that much, if not more than that. Anyways, I hope you like it. Don’t forget to leave a comment!
This is pretty old. Maybe a year old, maybe even less. I hope you like it! Continue reading
I guess I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been so busy, applying for clubs for next year. But then we watched Les Miserables in Science and I was struck by something. I don’t quite know what it was.
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?
Even though this was the prompt for January 8, I’d like to answer. Hold your horses, though. This is quite a long story, since I’ve known this teacher ever since she first started teaching in my school. Continue reading
This is a poem I’d like you to think about. It doesn’t have a title. I want you to give it your own title, your own interpretation, because I like to think that this one has different meanings for different people. Continue reading
So this is a late “answer” to the prompt. My hero. Normally, I’d make a long description of my hero but I figured I’d let a poem do it instead. Nothing like
subtlety poetry right? Continue reading
A poem I made in fifth grade. No offense to people named Bruce. Or Moose. (What was I thinking when I wrote this? And why do I still have it? Anyway…) Continue reading
I don’t know what you’re thinking or saying right now, but just in case it has anything to do with age, I want you to remember the one thing the radio has taught me (by pretty much chanting it over and over).
Age is just a number. Don’t you dare let anyone tell you what you can or cannot do.
I don’t know if you’re married, or if you have kids. I don’t even know if you’re a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, or whatever. Hey, maybe you even married a guy so rich that you ended up unemployed. There are so many things I don’t know about you, or about things in general. But here are the things I DO know.
Don’t live in the past. Live in the present, because that’s the only time worth living. Sure, you can “revisit” your old, good memories but don’t get so caught up in them that you forget that you’re actually here.
If you’ve ever done anything you regret, please don’t live in that too. Don’t spend your moments thinking about what you could have done or said or thought, because that’s already done. But if you can fix it, go right ahead.
For every mistake, there is a way to fix it. If you’ve broken someone’s heart, apologize. If you’ve let time break a friendship, pick up that phone and dial that familiar number. If you’ve let your problems get in the way of a really good opportunity, go and find another one. Don’t make excuses for yourself; learn to swallow your pride and admit when you’ve made a mistake. But also don’t spend your life counting your mistakes, because that won’t help you at all. If you find yourself unable to do anything about them, learn from them, because that’s what you can hope to do, at least.
Remember to have fun. Life isn’t just work and studying. If that means taking the occasional day off, then do it. Spend time with your family and friends. Life is all about being the best you can be, so take every chance to be the best YOU can be. Emphasis on the you. That brings me to my next point.
Don’t compare yourself with people. Seriously, don’t. I know it can be really tempting to do so sometimes, but it’ll only make everything harder for you. Don’t live your life to be as good as someone, or better. Live your life as yourself, but let yourself be inspired by others instead of letting yourself compete with them. When you die, the question will be “how much good did you do?”, not “how are you doing compared to _____?”
That’s all I can tell you, I’m afraid. This letter of sorts has been a bit longer than I expected it to be. I suppose I’ll see you in twenty years. I really want to see how you would be like, but until then, just know that I’ll be in the corner, hoping for the best.