Creative Writing

Pulling inward so you can observe the safest places to be yourself You end up dimming your light Startling others Light waves from underneath my skin Crawl out from underneath Pushing forward My veins busting at their seams, unstitched from the background, ripping feathers from wings I grew in the night Break…

From stardust we came And to stardust we shall return If we ever bother to look up Our worries might not seem as stern Our visit to earth is too short To be plagued, as it is, with concern With time wasted trying to find Others whose approval we try to earn…

How dare you become so free? So…You? — There is so much that needs to be said. So much that needs to be yelled from the top of my throat, straight into the pockets of the wind to carry into a distant place I never wish to visit, again. Why should I need to hold onto the tyrannies…

Part 2: Impact, Parallels and Abstractions — Before computer science, I spent a decade as an artist. I’ve guided new product development as a musician, designer, developed architecture, built prototypes, and created start-ups. To me, art is the essence of what it means to create with impact and through this dialogue I’ll make the assertion that computer…

I tell you to stop, Then dodge your response, You speak in fists, A second language, And the shape of your words. I am afraid, Of you, For you. The world is professional violence, A heavyweight, And you in kid gloves. Our sparring, Is training, For a rigged fight. You the fuse, But am I the match? My fire — Extinguished, But still smoldering. I am supposed to have the answers, To know what you need,

Poem **Trigger Warning : Themes of suicide and suicidal thoughts** I spoke the language of sadness, absentmindedly collecting anxieties to scare people away I brought vengeance everywhere as if they were my lucky charm I promised all I wished for was justice and for you to stay, but too many…