Plausible.Poems

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Peruse my pieces; leave comments- I'll do the same
I mostly stray towards poems and short stories
I like writing op-eds and using semicolons
Longing to be a journalist
-18 and thriving-
Piper :)

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Published Work

Rainy Days

and it was that time of the year

Ray looked up and squinted;
the rain clouds cast a shadow
on her house only and it seemed that
a storm was fast approaching

she went inside, excitedly
announcing to her parents
“it’s going to start raining
cats and dogs out there!”

Ray grabbed her umbrella
and ran back outside,
immediately looking straight up
trying to make out what was
coming down from the sky

small, dark shapes floated down
seemingly in slow motion;
the air was devoid of normal precipitation
and instead was filled with flurries of fur

Ray watched the whole ordeal
with a bright smile on her face
as she realized what it was
patiently waiting, watching the
objects descend and grow bigger

she had waited to get a pet
her entire life (she was 4 years old)
but her parents told her
they were too expensive
“we can’t afford that” they said

so every night for a year ...

Op-Ed Competition 2019

Dress Codes Encourage Sexism

At the start of every school year in high school, my homeroom teacher would pass out a thick packet to each of us that we were expected to read, it was entitled "School Handbook." Inside this handbook lived a lengthy list of Dos and Don'ts, and the pièce de résistance was the dress codes section placed right at the end. The contrast was apparent between the girls section and the boys section immediately. Girls: do not have hair at 'immodest lengths,' do not have 'immodest makeup,' do not have a shirt strap skinnier than two inches, do not wear shorts with less than a four inch inseam; Boys: no earrings, hats, or tattoos. Now, I was never someone who tried to test the rules intentionally by disobeying them, but every year my mind would circle back to the same angry question: "Why does the girls' section last for paragraphs while the boys' only takes up a few sentences?" I would silently...

Op-Ed Competition 2019

Dress Codes Encourage Sexism

At the start of every school year in high school, my homeroom teacher would pass out a thick packet to each of us that we were expected to read aloud from entitled "School Handbook." Inside this handbook lived a lengthy list of Dos and Don'ts, and the pièce de résistance was the dress codes section placed right at the end. The contrast was apparent between the girls section and the boys section immediately. Girls: do not have hair at 'immodest lengths,' do not have 'immodest makeup,' do not have a shirt strap skinnier than two inches, do not wear shorts with less than a four inch inseam; Boys: no earrings, hats, or tattoos. Now, I was never someone who tried to test the rules intentionally by disobeying them, but every year my mind would circle back to the same angry question. "Why does the girls' section last for paragraphs while the boys' only takes up a few sentences?" I would silently...

Anti-choicers? Who are you protecting?

Every thought I've ever had on abortion:
-Since when has is ever been politically correct for old white men to make decisions on what i should do with my body? no one should be able to decide how you can or cannot live your life when you're not harming someone else.
-When you tell me you're pro-life, all i hear is anti-choice. what i mean by this is: no one is against lives in this argument, in fact, wouldn't you say the already living adult mother is more important in this situation than a clump of tissues within her?
-On the subject of necessary abortions that endanger the life of the mother: In the common scenario of when an egg attaches to the wall of the uterus and begins to grow, it will ultimately rupture all reproductive organs and result in an unpleasant death of both the fetus and the woman. Abortions are very necessary in this case to prevent...

control

control
or the lack of it
this has been my problem lately
when other people
have been making decisions
on my behalf without
consulting me.

very much of a
first world issue
i suppose
but it's a trouble
nonetheless.

choices and free will
are very much essential
to my well-being
and sanity
without them
disassociation kicks in
along with numbness and
unproductive trances;
glazed eyes and
the familiar sad music playlists
more grief from lack of 
movement resulting in
another spiral trapped in
the cycle of my unhappiness.

lethargic and passive
with bones made from rock
too heavy to carry about
so might as well lay comatose
head too heavy to lift
and eyelids forgetting
how to stay open,
not tired but definitely
not awake.

Compulsive- spoken word

Cold
on my skin
is the water
as I wash my hands
for the 100th time today
scrubbing to get clean

turn the water off
flick the remaining droplets
with my nails then
over to the paper towels
pick a clean one
drying thoroughly, routinely
because bacteria is picked up
faster when hands are wet
then to the trashcan
which holds more germs
using the towel to open
the lid of the trash
careful not to touch
it directly with my fingers
but what if it gets through anyway?
discard the used paper towel
walk away.
until i have to open the door
which holds more of those
invisible germ colonies
imagine them crawling and
multiplying and spreading
all over me.

can you say compulsive?

the doctor asks me
if I'm sure
because
maybe I'm making it up
for some kind of sick attention
though no one else knows about it
oh, sure that could be it
something I've hidden for years
ok...

Open Prompt

aspire to advocate

an accomplished journalist
is what i hope to become
not the broadcasting type
but one filled with passionate fury
as they type away at their keyboard
pulling words out of thin air
words that will shape the world

i want to fix injustice
correct misconceptions
make bold and fiery statements
that will swipe ignorant words
from the tongues of the prejudiced

feel my declarations with empathy
seize the attention of superiors
and dare them to question
old and archaic methods in favor
of a new era of change

forever siding with the minorities
who struggle to open their mouth
in a world too quick to cram
their hate down throats 

i'll use my trilingual proficiency
to further fuel and spread
a message of acceptance
to sweep the rug
out from under the feet
of those who no longer deserve
to yell slander into a mic 

let my voice emanate
off the words in an article
or shine in the form of...

falling out of love

Part 1
the other day
i saw this boy
one with intoxicating smiles
analytical gazes
tall as a pine tree

i've seen him before
but in that moment
He saw me too

Part 2
teamwork is a funny thing
running with linked arms
skin to skin
and mumbling to each other
trying hard not to be obvious
and give away how much
i actually like him
and think about him
and hope he thinks about me

Part 3
he
knows
that

like
him

Part 4
which one of you told?

i can't help myself
and this isn't something
to be mocked for
shared laughs between those
who are supposed to be friends
used to be friends
i don't know who to trust
now

Part 5
maybe this is what
i needed
a wake-up call
desperate prayers spent
on a realization

maybe we were never
meant to be
maybe it was all
a delusion
from a girl who had
nothing...

Never fast enough and losing speed (dream poem)

I often find myself in the midst of the same recurring dream
A situation in which I’m running from vague villains
Only instead of moving normally, I’m stuck in slow motion
Footfalls far too inconsistent
As if I’m dragging my tired legs through water
Before each propel of my foot off the ground
Never fast enough and losing speed
The incoherent dreams end with my startled wake.

Could this be a metaphor for my own life?
Am I self-sabotaging myself unconsciously through my dreams?
I realize that believing I can never escape the problems chasing me
Could teach me a much more valuable lesson:
Instead of fleeing an issue, learn to turn around and face it.

For some reason I can’t even imagine an outcome
Where I am brave enough to face the antagonist
I try so hard to get away from; though someday
I hope to lock eyes with the issue I was once avoiding
And instead of dragging...

Unconventional

on the topic of love

people seem to have
strong opinions on 
who it's ok to marry
when it doesn't
affect the quality
of their life
in the slightest

if you don't like
gay marriage
don't marry
a gay person
it really is
that simple

no one is outlawing 
heterosexuality
just including
homosexuality

lgbtq+ people
don't hurt
anyone

in fact
that's the opposite
of what they do
all they ask for is 
to love 
and be loved

just like the rest of us

Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

a relationship with the earth

what if you were in a relationship
with the earth?
how would you treat it?
dumping problems pound by pound
onto it's surface
filling its valleys with landfills
and carving out mountains
to accommodate villages.
would you treat the land you walk on
with the same respect as a partner?
the kind of person to insult before complimenting
to tear down before building up
if so, no one would choose to be with you-
when you dip your toes in the ocean
do you want to smell the salt mixed within
or the oil spills and garbage?

if i were to date the earth
with every building i constructed
fields of flowers and forests of trees
would be planted in exchange.
humanity would be no match 
for the love flowing from 
the rivers of my compassion.
everything the earth produced
would be treasured instead of overlooked
and my sweet earth would have nothing to fear
for i will spend the...

Poems in Print

    My affinity for poetry was instilled in me when I was in second grade; I was encouraged to write a full book composed of poems that if I looked back on now, would make me so embarrassed. At the time, however, I thought my own poems were a masterpiece that could only be compared to the works of Shakespeare. I was so overcome with a newfound admiration for writers and poets, that I too became enamored with words and literature. Ever since then, I have been struck with an eagerness to create and publish stories, not for money or fame, but for myself.
    I have always wanted to publish a book, and I thought, ‘‘what better way to start than to publish some poems?’’ I am constantly being inspired and encouraged by fellow writers on my favorite writing website, Write the World. My ideal poetry book would be very aesthetically pleasing, well-worded, and illustrated with simple pen drawings. This...

too slow

in dreams
when i try to run
my feet drag
painfully slow
as if i'm trying
to run underwater
air resisting my movements
so that the thing
i'm running from
always catches up to me

i've never been fast enough
to get away alive
though i hope
maybe this time will
be different.

astronomy fanatic

and there she stands
in the middle of the green lawn
shoes abandoned in favor of 
soft, cool grass sliding underfoot
head thrown back
gaze fixed on the constellations
mumbling the names of 
the stars she can recognize

a smile stretches her lips back
and her breathing is even
because for the first time
in a long time
she's forgotten the pressure
of the world

No Pause for Breath

Call of the Void

The call of the void entrances me, freezes the rest of my thoughts
and shocks my brain to only seem to want one thing: the inevitable
and as much as I attempt to quell that urge, the feeling remains
aching to be let out, to dash free from my calm facade and
spark a new revolution; world changers and daydreamers unite
to join hands in battle, minds racing, hearts beating, to the
familiar tune of our sudden destructive impulses; break everything
caution to the wind as cars swerve and death becomes a distant
impossibility; live on your own accord and never break for a second.

there's a human under my bed

you may have heard of little kids checking their room for monsters before bed, but what about the other way around? every night, before the monsters fall asleep, they check inside their closet and under the bed for humans. when they have experienced nightmares, the cause is usually from humans chasing them down the street. just picturing the straight white teeth of a human- compared to a nice, razor sharp point of a monster- sends monster kids into an overwhelming sense of terror. 

Improbable Flavor

the taste of freedom

the taste of freedom
flows into my mouth
unfamiliar and light

supressing a smile
i feel summer approaching
filled with sunlit days

and knowledge floating
from the nearest book
words processed by tired eyes

but here we are
in the final year
of this eternal chapter

wishing for a breezy
but memorable and eventful
end to the decade-long saga

Zoom In

Temporarily Salt-Infused

Go to the small plot of
Rock in the middle of the ocean
That's how I describe my location
Isolated, though over-populated
Desolate, yet bustling with life

A harsh sun's glare
Bringing sweat forth
To soak your shirt
Each and every day

Salt in the air
Blown in from the sea
Rustles the leaves
Of the palm trees
In my backyard

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2018

i was the moon

i was the moon
that encircled your planet; 
the gravity of your intelligence 
pulled me in and kept me 
in my repetitive orbit of you 

little did i know that 
you had moons on contrasting sides 
of you that i could not see 

little did i know that 
you also orbited someone; 
the sun 

and little did i know that 
the gravity of the sun's beauty 
drew you closer each second 

i was the moon  
that shone only for you 

i am a moon no longer; 
nothing but a dull rock 
drifting aimlessly in space 
waiting to find another planet 
to rotate around.

The Unknown

my (bull)dog

i don't know much
about my dog
or his thoughts,
if he understands me when 
i tell him i love him,
or if he knows that i'm 
cleaning the corners of his eyes,
not poking him
in the corneas for fun.

i don't know what
goes on behind those 
wrinkled features of his;
if this 'tough guy' demeanor
is all for show,
as it often is with bulldogs.
or if he pretends to be civil
to get rewarded with food.

i don't know why
he bites my face when excited,
if he just likes sinking
his teeth in soft skin,
as if I'm a chew toy.
those brown eyes that
always question me;
relentlessly demanding 
plaudits for good behavior.

i don't know how
this ample little thing
seems to know my thoughts
at every moment
or can sense when i need a hug;
his drool dripping down my legs 
every time i pet him.

and i don't know if
i'm taking care of him
or if...

Op-Ed Competition 2018

Gender Identity in the 21st Century

Identity is an important characteristic of life that determines who a person is. Whether it is physical, mental, or chemical, identity can stand for an array of diverse meanings. Gender and Sex are two very different things that influence identity, however, are often confused for interchangeable words. (1) Sex is a biological classification; gender is a "Social science concept" with a "range of physical, mental, and behavioral characteristics distinguishing between masculinity and femininity" (2). Gender identity is a representation of "one's personal experience of one's own gender" (3). Everyone is unique, and the only way to know the gender of a person is to ask.

Sex is not inherently as simple to distinguish as it seems either; intersex is a word that describes a person who is physically between sexes whether it is having an indistinct hormone level of estrogen and progesterone or testosterone, being born with different parts, or a chromosome anomaly. People who are intersex may have a...

Night of Stars

the black dome
above you that
caps off the earth
has been there
forever
and will be there
forever.
adorned with winking orbs;
lights that form pictures
that fade during the day
only to materialize
once again at night.
because your dreams
are composed of images
crafted by stars
behind your eyelids.
the only inevitability
in this world is that
the sky will never be
completely dark.
even when you can't see
the stars beyond the
harsh contrast of
the vast blue air,
they hover above you
to reassure your
uncertain mind
and tell you that
everything will be ok.

Walking

Walk into the Ocean

She walks across the sand
with her head tilted back;
taking in the sun
and welcoming a tan.
Moving with a nonchalant air,
she reaches down
to cuff her jeans to her knees
and runs full speed
into the clear blue waters.
But submerging just her feet
wasn't enough; the water
was soon rushing past the
edges of her shirt and she
didn't care about
wet clothes anymore.
There was an incessant need
to go farther out
into the beckoning ocean,
it tempted her with salty waves
and a peppered shore.
Holding her breath,
she ducks under the surf
with eyes wide open
and blinks past the sting
to see phenomenon of the deep.
 

Sometimes

//
sometimes you just need to sit in the dark and think of not what could have been but of what can be

sometimes anticipating the worst will set you up for self-assured destruction and pain

sometimes there is no one left to blame but yourself and your own stupid heart

this time i will not fall back onto the path worn down again and again by you

Monster Flash Fiction Competition 2018

The Monster Within

    I trudge through the expanse of forest in front of me. On this hazy autumn night, the leaves have just began to drop, leaving the trees bare. I take my time getting home; enjoying the peaceful walk alone- until I hear footsteps behind me.
    Without glancing back, my steady pace suddenly breaks into a run. A mad dash to survive- I hear it behind me. I’m going too slow; it’s as if I'm trying to run through water.
    “Help!” I cry out, but the only thing close enough to hear me is what I’m trying to get away from. I can’t catch my breath and I’ve lost track of the path I was on; I am now running aimlessly through the woods at night. I can hear it getting closer- whatever it is.
    No, I will not go down without a fight. I spin around holding my fists out and planting my feet. I see nothing there. What was I...

i was the moon

i was the moon
that encircled your planet;
the gravity of your intelligence
pulled me in and kept me
in my repetitive orbit of you

little did i know that
you had moons on contrasting sides
of you that i could not see

little did i know that
you also orbited someone;
the sun

and little did i know that
the gravity of the sun's beauty
drew you closer each second

i was the moon 
that shone only for you

i am a moon no longer;
nothing but a dull rock
drifting aimlessly in space
waiting to find another planet
to rotate around.

i was the moon

i was the moon
that encircled your planet;
the gravity of your intelligence
puled me in and kept me
in my repetitive orbit of you

little did i know that
you had moons on contrasting sides
of you that i could not see

little did i know that
you also orbited someone;
the sun

and little did i know that
the gravity of the sun's beauty
drew you closer each second

i was the moon 
that shone only for you

i am a moon no longer;
nothing but a dull rock
drifting aimlessly in space
waiting to find another planet
to rotate around.

Telescope Discoveries

As you place down
The tri-legged instrument
In the cool grass
And guide its cylindrical arm skybound
You wipe the lens clean of dust
And place your curious eye
Into a world of stars
When suddenly
Instead of feeling distant
The vast space welcomes you
Beckoning you to refocus
To get a clearer look
And you see craters
On the moon's shadowy surface
As if someone has been digging for secrets
And stars that are light years away
Shine only for you to see
You are staring up at the universe
That has known about you forever
And always believed in you
Even when you have not
Because you are part of the universe

Night of Stars

the black dome above you
that caps off the earth
has been there
forever
and will be there
forever
adorned with winking orbs 
lights that form pictures
that disappear at night
only to materialize 
once again in the dark
above you
that will reassure your
uncertain mind and 
tell you that
everything will be ok.

Sky bound

you look up 
for just a second
and the sky
is laid out in front of you
the uncertainty
of the rest of your life
isn't prevalent anymore
because you know
that wherever you end up
you can look up
and the sky
will always be there
to stare back at you

Speak

If you spend 
So much of your time 
Suppressing your speech
The words will 
Become warped beyond
Recognition that when
They are finally released
From your aching soul
The meaning is lost
Over time
And you forget
Your reason for forming
That thought
In the first place

-Taken- (Sonnet)

Soon the world shall awaken
Though matter will it not
To the girl whose life was taken
And dragged beneath a plot

Struggle and convulse as she might
Not a soul was around
To witness a desperate skirmish at night
She vanished without a sound

Cold, lifeless fingers tangled in a scrap
She'd snatched before being drained
Abruptly demoted to an eternal nap
Her body left utterly maimed

Eerily still, shadows encompass her remains 
As blood files out of her depleted veins

Sky (composed in Iambic Pentameter)

The Sun's decent is leaving dawn behind
So luminous against a darkened void
Across the sky pale crescent light will shine
The ashen trails fleeing all too soon
Lambiant beams of light engulf the air
And once again a spry world arises

Love in 13 Words

You

He said," I will always love you,"
I asked,"Who the hell is You?"

Chunyun

Where Do I Belong? And What Does That Mean?

    If you looked at my face, I guarantee you wouldn't be able to guess most of my ethnicities. My ancestral home could be in so many places- Japan, China, Hawai'i, France, England, Germany, or Scotland. Every part of me comes from a piece of each heritage passed down through the generations. Even though I live in a culturally diverse part of the world (that I refuse to disclose here), my home is yet to be determined.
    As for where I belong- that's the easy part; everywhere. If was told to go home for Chunyun, there would be no immediate direction for me to start in, because my pieces are stretched across the globe.
    I speak English, Japanese, Hawaiian, and German, however my favorite language is Spanish. I have no background or blood ties to the Hispanic culture except for my Mexican best friend. Through her I have perfected my Spanish: the language, food, and spice tolerance. If...