Edward Hopper Inspired Writing

The light cold breeze
wraps you in a bear hug
through your coat and scarf.
The man tinkers with the gas
pump and you wonder
how he could not be freezing.
The crickets sing love songs
of lonely heart in the night.


Your suitcase sits at your feet
as you raise a cigarette to your lightly chapped lips,
whispering the cries for love that is lost.
Contempt in your solitude,
you blow a cloud of smoke
into the chilly night air
and the time passes
like there is no tomorrow.


White wine embraces the lover's
lips like a New Year's kiss.
Cigarette smoke preforms
intimacies with the fresh air
that fills their lungs,
yet leaves them just as
breathless as a passionate
tongue dance.

Window Poem

Through My Kitchen Window


Snow coats the
once green grace.
Foot prints decorate the lawn,
like a handcrafted cake.
Bird feed has fallen onto the
ground underneath and
the bird bath is now
an ice skating rink
for all those walking feathers
inclined to do so.
Steam rises up
and lightly kisses the glass.
Soap and warm water
are always the best combination
to relax on a winter day.

Six Word Memoirs

Moi:

   Those I thought would stay, didn't

   Feminism is not a bad word

Pour Tyler:

   You were my unexpected best friend

Pour Alayna:

   It isn't easy but push through

Pour Corey:

   You are the sun and Galaxy

Writers as Readers

   I love to curl up with feather blankets,  next to candles on rainy days and plunge into heart capturing book.

   I found that my writing style is very much like Nathaniel Hawthorne's, although I do like to try and incorporate some of John Green': style as well. For poetry, I try to imitate certain aspects of Rupi Kaur's style sometimes, depending on the subject of my poem.

   No matter if it was the very first book I read,  the Dr. Seuss biography is one of the first books I read, and definitely my favorite.

   My favorite series are:

Harry Potter (of course) - everything about this series engulfed my heart in a pit of bliss and love; it allowed me escape into a fantasy that was much better than my reality, providing me with relief from all the emotional burdens.
Percy Jackson, all series - I found a bit of myself in each character, plus it is about mythology and my fascination with that made all of Rick R's book a heaven for me.

   My favorite books are:

If I Stay - it is so beautifully heartbreaking with human emotion and connections, something I can't always relate to, therefore it gives me an ideal life I wish I had sometimes.
Looking for Alaska
Milk and Honey

   My goal ever since I was little has been to write a book before I finish school. Recently I've been curious about publishing a book of poetry. I'm considering the possibility of doing so.

Color Walk Poem

My freshman year,

I learned how to drive,

On rainy mornings 

Or snowy afternoons.

My driving instructor once lead me on a winding path,

Filled with colorful leaves and bare trees.

An apple orchard called my name

And I promised I would come back.

He told me, "No one knows how to get here but me."

I've spent years searching for his apple orchard,

I have yet to find it.

Color Collage Poem

Fall leaves rain down outside the window as ravioli bakes in the oven.
Gnocchi and homemade cookies are presented in pretty platters
with subtle fall love marks hidden underneath the delicious Italian heritage.
The marvel counter tops display hand crafted pies
along side burning candles.
Rain drops come together in sing and dance upon the window,
looking out on one side of the barely tainted green hidden beneath
color swatches of orange and red shaped like leaves.
On the other side of the glass
lies a feast of love and culture,
prestine and perfect.
Low tunes reeking of October and November vibes
plays softly as the soup on the stove begins to fill the house with
savory, mouth watering smell.
Light indications of children playing upstairs completes the rainy afternoon.

Dream Threads

After searching long and hard, I've decided my purpose in life is to help the people nobody wants to help or be around.

My mother always exclaims how I used to watch Toy Story everyday with a smile on her lips and the light of love in her eyes. Perhaps that's why Buzz Lightyear's "Reach for the stars!" phrase echos in the head every time I receive my grades or think about college. 

I've found passion for many different subjects, and that combination has led me to formulate widely exuberant dreams. I know it'll be a rough road, and it may not work out, but if I give up how will I ever know if I could've made it.