Our imagination runs wild. Ideas explode out of our mind and escape in an instant, forgotten and lost to the wind. It’s amazing how many good ideas we have ,but once the moment is over and your thoughts aren’t on paper, it’s forever gone.

We don’t remember. Has that ever happened to you once? You have this great idea and you know what to do and next thing you know, it’s gone? Poof. Almost no one writes down their ideas to share later on. No means of expressing themselves and their bright thoughts.

This may sound a little crazy, but to me, writing isn’t just about doing what the teachers tell you. That’s just a baseline. Real writing is who you are and what you like or want to tell. Your story. Your ideas. Your canvas.

As a good friend of mine once said, “Write because you want to not because you feel you have to”. Writing is just words untill you bring meaning to them. You bring your ideas to life by writing them down and sharing them when you feel ready. Writing should never be a have to, it’s a want to.

Everything matters, just write. The world is your audience.


Seven Words


Taken by my older sister, Arlette, a few years ago. (She was most likely playing with the camera.)

“Don’t be afraid

To live

In light.”

-my daily prompt response

My Theme to “RITS” (CRR)

Thinking about the possible outcomes in the play A Raisin in the Sun, I could not think of a positive possibility that was secure enough to be called the end. In fact, my first thought about the book was, “How does it end? Where’s the rest of it?” Well, turns out the author, Lorraine Hansberry intended it to be that way for a reason. Thanks to this, my teacher, Ms.Kuei, has asked us what we think Hansberry is trying to convey, ending her story that way.  I believe she is trying to say that family will always go through problems, but we might never know what will really happen after the curtain goes down.

 In the end of every act, I’ve noticed it ends in a cliffhanger. Things are tense in the younger household. Mama wanted Walter, her son, to defend the unborn baby from his wife, Ruth. In return, Walter replied with nothing. Mama then exclaimed” you are a disgrace to your father’s memory. Somebody get me my hat!”(43). Man, I just can’t tell what mama’s going to do. From here, I can’t even tell if she’s going to leave and never come back. Although, I can still remember when my parents were on the verge of divorce, they held strong to each other. None of us anticipated that our family would still be together. In this case, we don’t know what will happen to the younger family.

 I know, this isn’t the ending, but if I did take a quote from the finale, my response would still be the same. There is no “real” end to this tale. The world will continue to circle the sun and turn on its axis without fail. Every problem they face won’t make time stop for them. Life will continue to move forward, even if they are bombed by the white people. Life will continue whether it’s calm or the storm.

Drowning In Poison (FC)

Everything is a big decision for me. It’s just something going on that I don’t understand myself. As a result, doubt has followed me since school began. As a student athlete, I deal with everyday homework, high school drama, family life, long practices, and everything else. I feel like everyone expects so much of me that it gets to be a bit much. That is when my negative feelings kicked in. Feelings of frustration and uselessness have haunted me.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel overwhelmed and terrible. If I had to compare my life to something, I would say I’m drowning in poison. Why? I focus on my lovely sports, water polo and swimming, more than academics. I absolutely adore the game and play as hard as I can. I just can’t help it; I fell in love with the sport. Problem is, I’m too exhausted to get any work done after the game or practice is over. Because of this, I start to put myself down in everything I do and place a bigger weight on my shoulders. As much as I fight with this bad side of me, I almost never win. It finds its way back to me.

To be honest with myself and everyone, I’m scared. Am I able to do swimming this year? Is it just me who feels this way? Is sophomore year getting to be too much for me? Should I forget sports altogether and focus on my studies? These are the types of questions that send chills of fear down my spine and give me goose bumps. Sports have become a part of me. At the same time, I want to do well in school. I need to answer these questions, but I’m afraid of the answer. I don’t want to keep crying or just quit, but at the same time, I want an escape from everything. I want to relax for once. I want to be free.

Will You Take Me As I Am? ( SSR )

Will you take me as I am? I wouldn’t take myself but God would.To be honest with myself, I was in a state of shock when I heard this question and failed to ask myself whenever I pray:” Will you take me as I am? ”. It seriously made an impact on how I really thought and still think of God and how merciful he is. I didn’t understand the song at first and didn’t even think the song was Christian! Now, I see Him in a new light that I failed to see before.

I can relate to this in many ways considering my life was never lollipops and gumdrops. This made me think about how I would first try to fix things on my own before even considering God could help me however I go to him. I thought my problems and troubles were too insignificant for the Almighty God who freed the Israelites from Egypt. I thought I needed to be “decent” before approaching him. Boy was I wrong.

What I thought was right was the complete opposite of what I should have done. Instead of staying up every night thinking of how I could resolve my own problems, I needed to ask him a simple question: Will you take me as I am? Who knew these seven words would bring me peace of mind,  soul, and spirit? I was shocked at the fact that this question’s answer was so simple. God always will take us however we are and helps us change  from the inside out.

Upon hearing whether God would take me, I sighted in relief. After hearing he would, the smile on my face became visible and grew a mile wide. I was happy God would accept a piece of trash like me and turn me into a piece of art. My expectations weren’t high but my joy skyrocketed. Those four to five minutes of music and lyrics changed my mood from majorly let down to happy and at peace.

Trees (PB)

trees are everywhere, even at nmhs.

Trees are everywhere, even at NMHS.

Trees (PB)

The fall breeze brings colorful confetti to my lingering eyes. They constantly change but  there’s no mistaking them every season. Without fail, the causes manage to come back to life when they loose its vibrant green coat and source of food. Even so, it gives me a source I need to survive. The air I breathe depends on the love I will always have, the trees.

 These tall friends of mine never complain whenever they go through harsh weather or undeserved vandalism. They don’t interrupt your long rants about budget cuts and long school days. The willows and oaks give a shoulder to cry on when no one is around. It’s a trunk to hug in times of joy and happiness. It’s a place to just share everything like your secrets or gossip. The only words they say are from nature itself.

 Anywhere I go, trees are my constant companions. Trees are my guardian angels watching when others don’t. Being huge or just a sapling, they spread their arm-like branches in a welcoming stretch, waiting for me to fall into their embrace. Playing Marco Polo sure hurts when finding them, although, I don’t care about the pain. That just means my friends are firm and won’t let me fall on my face when I bump into them. Their open auras make up for it.

  “Run,” the trees would whisper.”Weave yourself through our maze and then come back for another. Skip around us in circles.” There is no one I would rather be with than the trees and their leaves. I feel whole, complete. We are each other’s strength. I’ll always love them even if they’re bald. We have a connection no one can break except through death. Aside from my future husband, my love and adoration for trees is set. No changing it, and that’s a fact for the rest of my life.

I’m going to try to stay on topic and and use all that I’ve learned in every story I do. My goal is for readers to relate to what I write and have fun with their imaginations.