Published in An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)·Aug 31, 2020Should Media Be Held Accountable for Spreading Harmful Messages?The all-too-real consequences of fictional stories — TRIGGER WARNING // discussion of discrimination, mental illness, and su*cide. … Have you ever felt the urge to commit a crime while watching Breaking Bad, or loved disobeying traffic laws in Grand Theft Auto 5 so much you felt like trying it in the real world? Though it may be…Essay8 min readEssay8 min read
Aug 19, 2020Does Technology Make Us More Alone?A common belief is that recent advances in technology resulting in overuse of social media and video games have isolated this generation — but I believe it has had the opposite effect. In a three-year U.S. study by the MacArthur Foundation ending in 2008, when the Internet was still on…Argumentative Essay2 min readArgumentative Essay2 min read
Jun 3, 2020RegretsRegrets. Funny how the smallest things the shortest moments the briefest word the quietest feeling gone unheard can glow, shimmer or rot or grow and chip away at you from the inside with time.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Dec 13, 2019Watercolour DaydreamTake me into the painting Where I’ll play in the watercolour snow Tucked inside a tranquil winter valley Where nothing else matters. I’ll watch the imaginary cold From inside my cabin in the corner Of the painting, all alone Where nothing else exists. The sun shines off the surface Of the watercolour lake, blinding in its beauty A wonderful daydream surrounded by evergreens Hung on a barren wall.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Dec 13, 2019FogI don’t like the fog Or is it smoke? Rising into the clouds Clouding my vision Filling my throat Making me choke. The fog follows me Or is it everywhere? And did I cause it? Whether it stays forever Or comes and goes I’ll just keep telling myself that Over time, I’ll learn How to live with the fog. — — — — — — — — I’m back! Kind of! After publishing my first poetry collection, ‘The Night Summer Ended’ (which includes several of the poems featured here on Medium), I’m writing more poetry than ever in hopes of publishing another, longer collection sometime next year.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Sep 11, 2019HappinessIf Happiness is a song Then sing it for me Sing it for the world And there will be no war No hatred No crying children No cold No storm No mosquitoes. If Happiness is not a song or a job or a palace or good grades or popularity Then it is a gift And has already been given Because Happiness is found In the little things.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Jul 9, 201812 Steps to SuspenseKawiria Creed I don’t know about you, but Thriller novels are all that seem to be on my bookshelf lately. I can never put them down once I’ve picked them up. Sometimes I stop to analyze them, too — and ask myself why I’m reading “one more chapter” instead of…Writing7 min readWriting7 min read
Jun 11, 2018Of Palm Trees and Pistols“Stress,” the doctor had announced. “Stress and tension. Why, your mind is wound as tight as a mainspring. You’ve been sitting over your desk worrying about one problem after another, and it’s time to relax. You, my friend, need a vacation. And I mean a real vacation.” Mr. Waterby settled…Fiction4 min readFiction4 min read
May 30, 2018SleepSleep is a beautiful thing that I wish I could have more of. Sleep we’re not friends or enemies It’s more like we’re in love. Sleep, I took you for granted When I was strong and young and dumb Sleep is my desired career though unnecessary to some.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
May 28, 2018MillionaireIf I had a million dollars To spend just as I pleased, I`d book a room on a luxury cruise and travel through the seas. I`d lose some money here and there In Puerto Rico or Japan, But it`d be worth those quiet moments Of lying in the sand. If I had a LOT of money And only me to take the blame I`d build a wooden bookshelf That puts Donald`s wall to shame. That million bucks may never come So I dream and dream and dreamPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
