When I was young, I had a tree

In the year 1480, Romania was in chaos, after Vlad The Impaler was assassinated, the people of Romania were wondering who would protect them from their enemies and save their loved ones that were being kidnaped and killed.

Her wings don’t work anymore

But it’s ok

Eyes peeling open, I tried moving out of the cramped lying position I was in.

Poetry is playing the heartstring like a harp

Eyes peeling open, I tried moving out of the cramped lying position I was in.

The sound of screeching cicadas was woven into every single one of my life’s first thirteen summers, as I used to curl up on the sticky white leather sofa. The air conditioner whooshing directly in my face was my attempt to dispel the sweltering warmth of Beijing July, which my Chinese parents have always discouraged because “you’re gonna catch a cold!”

It is three o'clock in the afternoon and I am crying on my last day of junior year. I’m crying because at exactly 2:07 my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, broke up with me.

The hole was an expansive abyss into the ice. It's a perfect, circular shape.

The faces around me once familiar will soon morph into something different, far older and complex.

The moment I grew up, a hot summer afternoon, the sun beamed through his curtains, the overpowering smell of his cologne filled the room.

I had seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off before.

i wish it were the fall

the fall that made me feel so warm inside

Laid baron in the busy land,

The little bird sat with an empty hand.

They say write what you know. What I know is the split screen of my mind.

My cloaked mistress upon the pier

Her body flowing

Her darkness clear

Poetry is a question with no solution

and unlimited answers

“Mom, I'm home!” She shouted as she threw her bag down.

My mom learned how to make paper cranes from her grandmother.

Eggshell-colored walls. Nothing makes a room look any more unappealing than eggshell-colored walls.