Studying Health Care
Reflection/Denial I love myself as I amI love my self when I grow,Sometimes I stress when I cramYet you support me that I know No one can be complete all the timeJust look at how I wrote this rhymeI want to help us become more braveNot entrapped like a slave Continue Reading
Hi everyone this is not actually about medicine it is a poem I wrote for someone while I was falling in love. I just decided I would share it with everyone especially since this is a time of strength and I feel my vulnerabilities are a source of strength. Enjoy Continue Reading
I know the title of this is the same as that song that reminds you of teenage angst. You know that very one that makes you feel like a child again? But this is about stagnance. Not how Chester Bennington felt when he was trapped. It’s about the feeling you Continue Reading
Our eyes meet. My heart suddenly increases its pace and I feel the warmth of the blood flow across my chest. Uncertain if the physiological change is from nerves or something more. For some reason my eyes continue to follow your gaze as if magnetically attracted to your face. Your Continue Reading
An alarm is roaring, you get up begrudgingly after hitting snooze for the 5th time. You sit there, legs still wrapped in the comfort of the warm duvet. Your body is not awake yet, but your mind is beginning to stir. Your right hand reaches for your face rubbing the Continue Reading
Again another week is about to end. Just one more day until Friday. Time feels like it’s suspended. For some reason it feels like De Ja Vue. It’s raining again. The chill of the air comes with the tingling droplets of water lightly dancing upon the skin. I swear this Continue Reading
The rain continues to drizzle. Misting up the sidewalks. Every direction looks as if there is a dense fog. I am still outdoors, the sky is grey and heavy, progressively getting darker. The denim flannel and black shorts I have on are dripping. The temperature dropped significantly. All across my Continue Reading
It’s raining outside. The pitter patter of the water hitting the sides of the window brings back a memory. The memory is simultaneously warm and frigid. The warmth is a reminder of the time you spent running around New York City in the rain. It was just sunny. There was Continue Reading
I walk into a room and there is a crowd of people. Somehow there is an air of familiarity. I didn’t think I would know anyone but then across the room I see you. You are a remnant of my past and I am not sure if I feel embarassed Continue Reading