"This comic inspired piece is a collection of some of my favorite bad puns. I started loving puns since I joined an improv troupe freshman year, and my mind has functioned in puns ever since. I hope these...

At first I had only known darkness, the warmth of the earth, and the coldness of the water that quenched my thirst. Then, after what I assume was time had passed, I came to know the vast, never ending...

The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose There was a young boy who was sad and distraught, He moped around his quiet, empty house, thinking his life was all for naught, He thought to himself, “Why...

“Are you excited for college?” They all seem to ask me tirelessly, and sometimes I’m afraid to tell them, to let my truth bleed from my mouth: I imagine leaving home almost every day. I...

The poem is fiction. It comes in two variations and it is written from Tecumseh's point of view. I imagined Tecumseh dying to an American soldier, a soldier who displayed a laughable irony. The irony is...

"I was digging around photos of old people on the internet for my next piece of artwork, and I saw a photo of a skinny Asian man that had a happy expression on his face. I created a detailed portrait...

I sit on a chair, waiting I stare at the screen, dreaming I look around the room, thinking but I can't seem to find it The strokes of my fingers move swiftly The letters on the page appear immediately The...

I don’t know if children are born with a natural tendency to be malicious. There are obviously cases where children are perfect. Take for example Malia. Growing up, my mother would repeatedly remind...

I've never been good with words You know, the ones that crawl up your throat From the oxygen and thought that surfaces in your lungs And circulates in your brain Reverberating from the chords of your...

Fly too high and you’re bound to choke Gas mask on still breathing in smoke Father named Daedalus A proud kingdom crumbles to dust You were having fun but then the lights went down You woke up hazy...

Things happen in people’s lives That completely change them It might be an accident, or the loss of a loved one Or something personal Where your heart breaks into a million pieces Lost and full...

The mist that covers the earth Paints a picture of innocence in the sapphire ether. A landscape above our heads We have yet to set foot on. They turn as fast as time Never the same as they were...