I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
Thoughts on one of Frost's most famous works, but by no means by favourite
A poem about school shootings sung to the tune of and written in the spirit of Ring Around the Rosy. Yes, it is a little macabre.
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... Iβm alive with Viracochas lightning
A poem reflecting on "In This Place (An American Lyric)" By Amanda Gorman
I hope, but I prepare. In case I have to bury myself underground.
Sorry for not posting as often! I am ashamed. Studying for the MCAT seems to be taking all of my free time lately. But I will make e...
My take on being brown (specifically, Indian) and growing up in America.
In remembrance of those who gave their lives September 7th, 2001.
Poem about love and lies and stars and politicians
They said your life was worth $4 and change (let freedom ring).
Inspired by the great injustice afforded to the family of Gregory Hill Jr.
the sight of the innocent fallen colors from the opinions of others brought to a vicious reality and physicality that would slaughter the purest of souls,
Thoughts on one of Frost's most famous works, but by no means by favourite
A poem about school shootings sung to the tune of and written in the spirit of Ring Around the Rosy. Yes, it is a little macabre.
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... Iβm alive with Viracochas lightning
A poem reflecting on "In This Place (An American Lyric)" By Amanda Gorman
I hope, but I prepare. In case I have to bury myself underground.
Sorry for not posting as often! I am ashamed. Studying for the MCAT seems to be taking all of my free time lately. But I will make e...
My take on being brown (specifically, Indian) and growing up in America.
In remembrance of those who gave their lives September 7th, 2001.
Poem about love and lies and stars and politicians
They said your life was worth $4 and change (let freedom ring).
Inspired by the great injustice afforded to the family of Gregory Hill Jr.
the sight of the innocent fallen colors from the opinions of others brought to a vicious reality and physicality that would slaughter the purest of souls,