This poem is about the initial euphoria of relationships but how over time the most tumultuous and darkest moments humans can bring out the biggest flaws in each other. Even after healing takes place little details still bring back memories of those moments and it becomes brutally clear that whether you like it not, that time of your life has left an imprint on your heart. And you have a choice: find peace in the good parts or simmer in the bad memories. Though the poem is written as if the main character is talking about someone else, I originally wanted it to serve as a metaphor for the main character’s relationship with themselves and their internal struggle with learning to foster a healthy relationship with their body and mind.

This piece was a flash fiction inspired by my own experiences growing up around Christianity. It depicts the guilt that comes with any religion that holds strict or often misinterpreted beliefs. As a young person still learning how to comprehend the world, the concept of religion can be quite daunting and even traumatizing in some cases. This creates a very degrading and damaging mindset and this story depicts a worst case scenario that I have thankfully grown far from experiencing.

Lost and found of sound is a combination of three poems about the connection between emotion and sound. Throughout life we hear so many sounds, footsteps, voices, the wind. The familiarity of sound can be calming, or it could cause panic, how you feel about it is up to you. The subjectiveness of sound, especially music, has always intrigued me because it can tell you a lot about a person and how they would perceive different situations. I like to listen to things to calm me down, birds singing, music, the leaves rustling, the poem is inspired by moments I experienced using the bass and rhythms around me to escape problematic situations.

I struggled with my body and self image. I wrote this poem to better show my feelings and vocalize my experience. The hope is for others going through similar struggles to put less pressure on themselves. To grow and mature and accept.

I was given a place, a time, an object and a scenario to create a story, and although it is a little messy, I had to be creative and think of whatever come to my mind. This story was written around the time of Halloween and a big inspiration I had while writing this story was Edger Allen Poe. The story was also about Two times longer, but I unfortunately had to revise my work. I don't really mind if I win or not but thank you to this organization for giving me this opportunity to express my creativity.

When I was writing this poem, I decided to write it because I had been learning about prejudice in school. I was thinking about it while walking home from school one day and I noticed the nature around me; the rain puddles and the sun. I realized that this could relate to prejudice because the rain puddles symbolized the impacts of prejudice, the sun represented the peace that occurs in world without prejudice, and the rain drops are the constant prejudice that never leaves the world. I wrote this poem because I wanted to show how we can only advance as a species if we cooperate with each other.

Life can be as simple as lemons, whether it be a lesson that good things must be earned, or a reminder that not everything needs to be perfect.

In my short story, a technology has been created with a promise: to give people the ability to share their past experiences. However, this promise and the resulting attachment to it have created a dangerous storm -- where side effects are willing to be overlooked for the sake of the image that's been created.

Have you ever met someone that complains about something all the time? Were you once in this spot that you think that you couldn't get out of?

Ever since fifth grade, I've loved to write. Such an investment is reminiscent of reading but with more liberty. For years, I've loved to explore the fantastical and ethereal. This is a preview of a book I plan to flesh out and publish.

When I first wrote this poem, it was three am and I was taking a break from my biology homework. In my poem, I mention how I have always struggled with my literacy and school in general which came to me as a shock when I decided to express myself through writing.

My work is a summary about the life of a girl named Luna Romano

The writing is based on an article I saw about rich people using hypobaric chambers to prolong their lives. I thought the idea was ridiculous, so I decided to make this short story from the perspective of Death.

These three poems of mine, "Cinnamon Rolls," "Stained," and "Peace" are each deeply meaningful to me, and working on them has proved to be quite a cathartic experience. Each began as something so small, just seedlings of ideas, and have now been through so many stages of revision, and have grown into works that I feel I am very proud of.

For a long time, I was very shy and reluctant to speak about others, but I realized the importance of being outgoing after a trip to Turkey. I wrote this short story to show how life is too short to restrain yourself, and to stress the importance of being outgoing and having fun.

This poem is an enigma. The reader is left to probe around in the darkness, occasionally finding a paper limb or a butterfly. In the last two months, we’ve witnessed the dehumanization and murder of innocent human lives. We’ve witnessed the deprivation of natural human rights and freedoms on both Israeli and Gazan hostages.

I wrote this piece when I was home alone. The inspiration for this struck me late at night when I was sitting at my desk. As I was writing this, I was trying to capture the emotion of how it felt to leave your loved ones behind.

I wrote this piece as a person who has always found herself noticing the nature of people. To see people is something so important but can also be demoralizing when you begin to compare yourself to others.

My poetry is written in respect to my emotions; how I see the world, how I experience the world. With every word I hope to share my stories and thoughts, whatever they may be. Primarily, I love to write about love—all kinds of love—and its effects.

Fall In Light is a poem I wrote about Jeff Buckley, of the appreciation I feel towards his music and how devastating it is to be a fan of an artist who is dead and who you have never met before. I Am Not Real is a poem I wrote thinking about those times when we have an existential crisis or when we dissociate and how it feels to go through that. It´s scary and beautiful and weird, similarly to how it feels to dissociate.