BS Poetry Portfolio

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my goals as an author

With this poetry collection, I seek to more or less try and log my thoughts and feelings. It's like a journal, but with poetry.

between two homes

About

Within this poem, I sought to explore what it felt like being a first generation American, one that still has heavy connections to the homes of his parents. I selected this poem because it is on a topic that is important to me. I mainly make use of stereotypical foods of each region to represent each land I am from. 

If I have to be asked again

“Where are you really from?”

I just say Los Angeles, California and America

But culturally,

I’m split

I love this home I am from, California,

Land of exorbitantly priced coffee,

Great mexican food, In n Out,

And all the great beaches.

Yet people will say that I’m not truly American

I suppose my other half lives in asia,

Where great food, family,

People that genuinely care about me

All of that presides there

But as I put out my broken Mandarin,

They say I’m not truly Taiwanese

So what am I?

What is this teenage boy doing,

Drinking boba and milkshakes,

Eating dumplings and burgers,

Yearning for something to connect to,

Only to be rejected by both cultures?

Just a chimera,

Feeling disconnected from his homes,

Yet filled with the hubris to support them.

10 till midnight

about

I chose this poem because it is representative of the scenario I wrote the poem in. I make use of imagery of empty space in my brain, being unable to think, and imagery of witches calls to reference to the witching hour, considering how late it was at night when I wrote it.  

My creative engine knows only walls

Writer’s block omnipresent everywhere

My brain only presents large empty malls

It is 11 pm and I hear the witches’ calls

The deadline of 12 presented to me bare

As those calls echo through the halls

I contemplate about all my pitfalls

I am no poet I cannot write without a prayer

I only wish to let my thoughts flow like waterfalls

Why did I wait until now to dance in these balls

Writing and writing aimlessly, endlessly with no care

Why did I let myself be in procrastination’s thralls

Each line is a missed swing at some fastballs

Haphazard, aimless, and full of hot air

Making me wonder, why i continue to write this mothball

Luckily, it is over, alas, I am no Biggie Smalls

You have suffered reading this, you deserve a fanfare

I will say this poem sucks, I have the balls

It is as fashionable as a crappy pair of overalls

Without him

About

this poem was more of a raw outpouring of thoughts. It is very ranty in nature. 

You know somebody once told me that they were never gonna give me up, never gonna let me down, yet all they did was just that you know. I just lack the comprehension that people can keep making promises. And never keep them. And that I don’t know any better than to continue listening. Listening to all the lies. All the bullcrap. All the illusions of “i love you” and “I care for you.” because even with all of the paranoia, all the anxiety, I don’t know what I would do without him.

Nirvana

About

This is a short haiku, I chose it because of it's short stature

You are not special

That is what the world told me

The stream gave me peace

Searching

About

I chose to add this poem since it relates to my life quite a lot. throughout writing, I made this primarily cause of how tired am recently, and think the d

There is something i seek in my life but what is it?

I cannot seem to grasp it i can’t tell what it is

It seems so foreign, I have yet to find it at all

Finding it seems nice, relaxing, like an island that is greek

Where can I find it? Where do I go to?

My bed, because sleep is what is necessary for me

Each successive school year, less sleep for me

Hours and hours less, taking my sanity with it

My mind wandering all over, my focus going from and to

My sanity, I can’t tell what it is

All these equations and numbers sprawled in some weird greek

I just want my sanity, my focus, I just want it all

Yet, I still fall asleep, I don’t get it all

Math is only 3 ticks, tocks with dreams awaiting me

Dreaming of ancient epics, adventures, all greek

Fighting serpents, sirens, cyclops, all of it

But all that happens, the sad truth it is

Ms. Fiero wakes me up, asking where I’m off to

I just want my sleep, my escape to go to

Away from this drudgery, away from it all

Where I can just dream, and let the past be as it is

Where I can just be me

Where I can understand it,

The meaning of peace, where it’s not in some greek

I fall back to those epics, adventures, all greek

Back to the adventure, with a quest to go to

I just want to enjoy it

I want to savor it all

The freedom in that world, to just be me

In reality, it's back to math, as sad as it is

Diving in and out of each equation is

The serpents in each line, speaking in greek

Enticing, tempting, telling to me

There is a place you can come to

Where you can have peace, and have it all

Who cares about school, when you can have it

The sanity, focus, all I want for me

Is in that greek world, where I can have it all

Where I can understand, what rest and sleep is