A CREATIVE MEDIA
I think I love you. You as in me. Or at least I’m trying. That’s the least I could do. Try to be me. Try to love me. Try to accept me for me.
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OVERVIEW
Personal. Blogs. Poetry. Fiction. Memoirs. Archives.
The things you put in a portfolio. Kind of.
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While the MY WORK page provides an overview of what to expect, direct works can be found as sub-pages under the same tab.
Did you ever stop caring that your parents got divorced?
I'm glad mine never got back together.
When it's all said and done, you taste worse than black coffee. Clearly not sweet, but surely not pure.
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The thought of dying isn't scary, it's living we ought to be afraid of.
Embraced in memories,
in love with current moments.
Oh, I know
I don't care.
I was in love.
New thoughts
New encounters
New experiences
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I embrace tomorrow.
A tomorrow without you.
As she falls, saying her goodbyes for the day, she is glorious. She is radiant and warm. Hues of yellow and orange. Her light kisses my face and toys at my elbow as the ocean waves settle and the wind blows. She casts a shadow over me and for a mere moment, she makes me forget that fall is coming. With fall, each fall, there is no telling where I’ll be. I like to think I know where I’d like to be, but I can’t seem to find a place in which feels like home. Just a box, covered with a roof in a place I dwell for some months until it is no longer convenient. It is fall and my grandparents are dying.
I could be in love with the thought of love. I think my writing coos and purrs on failed attempts of finding self-love as redemption within characters that mimic the bad attempts. A game of whose love will be shared successfully, and which characters will thrive and swoon. Surely not mine, but if so, I hope it is the kind that was worth writing about, hidden behind false names and tiny details that correlate to us and then reading about it too, a memory worth reliving. I think I can envision it, the type of love that is only found on the page. The kind of love I could envision, but probably not.
All she hears from him are lies. No tears just heavy sighs.
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The Archive
2018's "A Creative" is where this site, Creative Media gained its inspiration. Old works that I'd consider embarrassing, but also worth considering if you want a good laugh or want to know how not to write.
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Go on and read.
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I joke. Take a look at my digital media kits though. They're far more interesting and probably worth your time.
Rhythm.Blues.You.
Not your average music blog because music is more than words and sounds. It's about us. Me. You.
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A Space to Listen. Read. Hear. A Space I curated in the fall of 2022 where you can be you. What do you hear?
2022 Porfolio
A curation of my Undergraduate experience in the form of a portfolio (which is now outdated) where I avoid discussing the deaths that affected me, stereotypes, and even conversations that I wish I didn't remember for 29 pages.