I wrote this in September in honor of Suicide Awareness Month as my perspective on what I would observe and how I would feel if I ended my own life and was still able to see my loved ones.

I wrote these three poems at different points. I wrote ”KEEP DREAMING” when I was thinking about immigrant families and the American Dream, and how dreams are passed on from parents to children.

This piece of writing was inspired by a beautiful photo that I saw once, with a young woman putting a blue shell to her ear.

I enjoy writing but I always tend to write about romance, so I thought I’d give horror a try.

Mr. & Mrs. is a tribute to narcissistic love that gets misconstrued as honest due to being young.

It gives me the ability to express my feelings when it feels as though speaking them out loud comes whort of how I actually feel.

This piece is about a mysterious smell in a person’s room.

While writing my project I decided to write about my story growing up and the love I have for my family and the love they’ve shown me no matter what.

I wrote this piece after my brother had just left for college.

Shadow Cliffs is a beach in Pleasanton CA.

One thing I find most beautiful about poetry is its ability to communicate profound and meaningful ideas in a short space—an idea that was initially unfamiliar with when I primarily wrote fiction.

This short story is a piece of a larger story about the Devil who adopts two children from Earth.

People my age are at a stage in their lives where there they have to make decisions about their futures, before knowing who they truly are yet.

On a field of battle, an unbeaten hero and his brother-in-arms engage in a struggle to save the realm.

This was written over the summer as a reflection of grief and memory, drawing inspiration from both my own life and what I have observed in the world around me to craft a piece reflecting my own thoughts and emotions.

I believe that in order to grow you have to leave certain people and habits behind.

While making this project I was learning about the struggles of homelessness in the city I grew up in, San Francisco.

In our project class we have been learning about addiction and how drugs affect the brain.

The price of academic ambition.

I had always been fascinated by my grandmother––an older woman, she remained an enigma to me, secretive about her past.