I’m not posting art today. Instead, here’s a poem! I’m not that good at writing poems, and this one is way too fake-deep, but I’m working to become better.

My friends, I know,

Are the only ones I



Then, why do I

Always feel so



But at home, I have “friends”

Who can never



And they’ll stay,

Guarding my



The saddest thing

About all of this must



The only way to escape




Is to hold “those friends”

Who mean the world to



Though, they are just

Reflections on a


Hannah, 9th grade




sunrise, in the key of lonely


I love when the sunrise isn’t just average

cotton candy pastels are a dime a dozen now

and Technicolor sunrise is a bit too bright for me


I much prefer:

pale and luminous light on the film of water

left clinging to the ground after a rain

when detached from the world, I can sit calmly

and watch the road slide smoothly by

like an oil slick or an opal,

shimmering with soft flame


And also when:

the sky goes muted with the coming sunrise

and the world tinges sepia and purple

like an ancient photograph

of an empty city

and the ghosts in my headphones

are too powerful to ignore


But I’ve forgotten

about the beauty of the silent sunrise

when the sun slips up red as poppies

flaring in the sky like someone painted

dragon fire on the horizon



the full moon, sitting over my neighbor’s attic

self-assured and aloof

pinned onto the velvet night

far fairer than the sun, and far colder.

And sometimes it’s the crescent moon

like a baby’s cradle in the sky-river

Or no moon at all

no harmony to the sun’s melody


Finally, the morning star.

most like me, the same every day –

patiently waiting

for the celestial bus.

The Scariest Place in the World


Hi guys! Instead of art today, I have decided to submit in a poem I made about two years ago. Looking back on this, it seems a lot darker than anticipated…

Oh, somebody help me!
I’m in a scary room!
My tongue is slowly drying out,
I’m now facing my doom.

I stare into the bright lights,
As they continue to blind me.
Then things couldn’t get any worse,
A person walks behind me.

They are equipped with sharp tools,
And a scary mask too!
The person gets their big drill,
I don’t know what to do.

They do their special work on me,
I don’t know how it helps!
The horrible taste in my mouth,
It makes me want to yelp.

This is the worst place ever!
The worst place on my list.
I never want to go there again,
The place known as the dentist.


Umbrellas in the Rain


It’s always raining.

Every time I look out the window it is raining.

But I see that people still go out in the perpetual storm.

They all have umbrellas to keep them dry.


All different colors,

All different shapes,

And all different sizes.

But they all have umbrellas.


The skies are always gray,

Like someone blew a large breath of smoke into the stratosphere.

But I see that people still go out in the eternal grayness.

They all have umbrellas to block their views.


It’s cold but they wear jackets.

It’s dark but they use flashlights.

It’s disappointing but they still have a shred of hope.

It’s raining outside but we all have umbrellas.

Love Is…


Love is…
Being there for someone no matter what,
Even if it means getting hurt…
No matter how bad it hurts.

It is…
Making a commitment to one person,
No matter how tempting it is to leave.

It is…
Putting them before yourself,
And making sure to show them affection,
Even when it’s unexpected.

It is…
Giving them the caring and kindness they deserve,
And make them feel like they’re the best,
Because they are devoting their lives to you.

But most importantly…
Love is blind,
It knows no bounds,
And as long as this stays true,
I will always love you.

(Happy Valentine’s Day 2016!)