LITERARY CONTENT
Literature
My creative writing career extends all the way back to 4th or 5th grade when I would spontaneously write short stories or even full books, sloppy as they were. My writing always seemed to impress my peers and family, a skill that I have obtained through years of telling fantasy stories, writing poems and essays, and taking numerous English classes. I have always liked to write in a way that is like a feast to the senses: something that can captivate emotions and inspire creativity in others.
Below holds some of my favorite works of literature over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories, or essays.
"Garden of Light"
RCSD Young Writers' Workshop 2018
Featured in Hometown Rankin Magazine
August 2018
My mind is a garden.
Every day it is watered and grown
It thrives with color and foreign lands
And galaxies unknown.
With every new book and story, a new flower grows,
Painted with dreams of beasts and myths and drifting white does.
A quiet mind mine is, filled with roses and trees
Watered with fantasy tales and stories.
I am a reader and a writer, with imagination of different shades
Of colors and thoughts, a garden of light that never fades.
A Moment of Gold
Definition Essay, DC Composition I
November 2020
A System of Robots and Test Scores
Effect Essay, DC Composition I
December 2020
icarus
dark souls and worlds of chilled winter,
bright moons and fruitful orchards of spring,
the darkness is too heavy,
depths of murky water,
of endless mazes and bloodred apples and
grails of poison wine.
and so i fly instead, my cold breath
warming with the ecstasy of light and lavish.
yet suddenly the light is too bright,
the apple too sweet,
and so i fall.
i now look upon my reflection
in the murky water surface.
as warmed wax drips from my back,
the darkness swirls like billowing ink,
a black swan shadowing over my reflection.
and yet the light warms my face,
a luminous painting of melodies
against the heavy darkness above.
as tears spill to the grass below,
i wonder have i truly lost my wings
or have i found my feet
primavera
her skin was as smooth as caramel
her eyes, a hazy rich brown that seemed to warm with the sun.
in our corner of the world, life was a painting.
with our stars and silks we seemed to have won.
only the welcoming animals in the endless forests greeted us.
and yet, even in our hideaway of thriving gardens and shimmers of stars,
in time winter thus withered our love with its frigid jaws,
and her warmth little by little slipped from my grasp
until only left was a trace of her petal-soft aroma.
and that night, while the city men clinked
their crystalline glasses and caressed
their pampered wives,
i sat in the expanse of stars and seeping darkness,
and felt nothing.
sands of time
memories crumble to ashes
starlight and melodies
incinerate to crumbled sand castles
and red-tainted dreams.
fresh picked strawberries
and fever dreams burn to fire,
leaving behind only blooded hands
and the heavy weight of a heart,
smoldered to resentment.
as i look back to those days of golden sand,
i am left with only a sense of abandon,
as the world burns away in my grasp.