poem: “rushing through”

Rushing, 
writing, 
back and forth,
again and again. 

Rushing, 
reading,
up and down, 
around and around. 

There’s always something new
that I’m scurrying through. 
A new hobby here and there,
it can be quite a lot to bear. 

So much on my mind,
I keep attempting to find 
something bright and bold,
but I’m beginning to fold,
under the pressure and weight. 
Is this my fate? 

I’m rushing, 
writing, 
back and forth,
again and again. 

I’m rushing, 
reading, 
up and down, 
around and around. 

I want to experience a ton,
and yes, it’s quite fun. 
I’ll continue to do
and continue to bloom. 

-Minah H. (yours truly)
rushing and writing, through and through

poem: “ink pen stains”

Ink pen stains,
smudging the page. 

Ink pen stains,
staining the page. 

Ink pen stains,
I’ve lost the meaning. 

Ink pen stains, 
I start to worry. 

Ink pen stains, 
it’s getting blurry. 

Ink pen stains, 
it’s quite the flurry. 

Ink pen stains, 
I put down my pen,
while I worry, 
again and again. 

-Minah H. (yours truly) 
ink pen stains are a blemish on a sheet of purity. 

poem: “to be creative”

To be creative 
can mean 
so many things. 

To be creative 
means to create a world 
that you call your own. 

To be creative 
means to paint a scene 
with just your words. 

To be creative 
means to let your imagination 
roam free. 

To be creative 
means to share a story 
in a gentle way. 

To be creative 
means to open one’s eyes 
to the beauty around them. 

To be creative 
means to see the world 
in a different light. 

To be creative 
means everything to me, 
it is my solace, my saving light. 

-Minah H. (yours truly)
what does it mean to be creative?