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An escape

Growing up I went through bad days, weeks and what even felt like years. So during those times I tried different things to clear my mind and what made me feel stable even for a short period of time; that escape I had was writing and running. I decided to create a short piece that touched base on two of my favorite things that were there for me when it felt like no one else was.

Three blank instant photos hanging on the clothesline. Isolated on white background.

A good day

I wrote this poem while visiting a friend of mine in the hospital. She was an inpatient in the hospital. I came to see her and taught her about Blackout poetry, and we walked around the ward together. We both had a good day.

Old green bridge - Footpath over a river - Scotland

Sad Girls

This poem is derived from my own experience and what people i know experience by living with depression and mental illness.

image of asphalted road and the blue sky

The Long Road

I wrote this poem during a long road trip this summer, where I would begin to feel bored and my mind would wander. Noticing everything rush past my window, I tried to follow them with my eye but everything was too fast, and that gave me the inspiration for this poem. Initially, it was written as literal thoughts, then developed into something more metaphorical that could be applied to multiple situations. Writing this poem, I never struggled to find the correct words to use, and it just really flows while maintaining the original meaning, which I am quite proud of!

Silhouette of a dancing young girl in dress against the sunset sky


What are shadows really? A form of evil, grabbing at everything they can, or are they really just a reflection of life we can play with?



The flickering golden face watched Luce, She wanted to continue focus more. Luce wasn’t ready, Her body dropped in confusion. She didn’t understand. Still emerging, She recognized the golden sea, Devoured by her song.



Actually this is blackout poetry. Sometimes we can’s leave the past behind…

Fantasy sky background

The Wanderer

This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine who suffered depression years ago. Through this poem, I want everyone to realize that there is a difference between being depressed and being sad. Telling them to “get it over with” or to “stop being emotional” will not help; what they need is to know that we are here for them.Throughout our lives, there are times wherein we have to make huge decisions and sometimes, our judgment can be clouded by our emotions.