ENGL 2500 Intro Creative Writing
Summer 2021, This class focused on writing short stories and poetry. This class jumpstarted my interest in writing and I credit that to the instructor and fun classmates. It was after this class that I promised I would carve out time for my writing, and I continue to do so by taking creative writing classes.
Religion Unveiled
Shakespearean Sonnet
I don’t believe in God above, but her
affection brought me straight to heaven,
her green tea eyes - matcha to quench my thirst;
He chose to bless me with her presence.
No priest in church has ever heard my sins,
but here I clutch her like a rosary.
Her nectarous scent - it pulls me in
and her silken hands are sanctuary.
Perhaps this love will soon come to an end,
and tears will fall from her cherubic gaze.
Angel sent home - but me, He will condemn.
And as I fall, I’ll look - to Her - and pray.
My religion unveiled within Her kiss
Now, she's the only God I know exists.
The Vessel I Have Yet to Center
Free Verse
I sculpt through life like an artist
whose medium is clay.
My mind’s contents are spilled
into art, but never
put out on display.
I wedge the mud still spinning,
it’s the question I have yet to face.
It’s a vessel I have
yet to center, let alone shape,
let alone create.
The slip drips and glaze runs,
mud folds and earth cracks,
but clay is my forgiving friend,
I reuse each part that I fold and bend.
It will live and die like the first iris
in a bouquet to bloom;
But I’ll reuse its purple petals,
turn them into sweet perfume.
It is abandoned beeswax dripped
to form a light, an art
that works, its flame a
glowing dance at night.
A master does not do things once.
The vessel I am so eager to behold
is hiding, and can only be found within
the act of finding.
Duplex (Grief Built Me a Solitary House)
Grief built me a solitary house,
but I was the one who chose to move in.
Family and friends warned me not to move in,
To the ruins of loneliness inside.
It wasn’t just me who felt lonely inside,
But I needed a place to run through my thoughts.
The outside world taught me to run from my thoughts,
Even though everyone who loved you felt the same.
Our places and our days never feel the same
And still nothing feels right in the days that have passed
But I see you now, when I think of the past
Bringing your smile and love to each place you went in.
And I’ll always have a place to think of you in,
Because grief built me a solitary house.