I wrote this piece originally with a dual personality in mind, to imagine flicking back between the same person, from the left and right side of their brain.

I wrote two poems this year about man's relationship with Earth.

Ok is an honest and unforced retelling of my experiences in high school. It showcases how easy it is to be overshadowed by those around you and the feelings that come with it.

This piece of flash nonfiction describes the place I feel most at home, and intercuts some of my previous encounters with a present moment experienced there.

"Kilonova" is a sci-fi love story set in another galaxy, telling the story of two stars, their dance, their merge, and their explosion.

I've written a lot of pieces in the past year, so it was difficult to decide which one to submit.

Poetry, as I see it, is anything that uses words to create art. With this idea in mind, I have realized that it is as open and creative as any other form of art.

In almost all the pieces of work that I write, I ask myself a "what if".

I have always been intrigued by the idea of immortality, and how living forever might alter one's views on life and emotions that we as mortals feel so strongly.

Throughout this year, I've found myself through three stages of self-growth: awareness, self-discovery, and change.

I used to have an old oak tree that had been there since before my dad was alive, and I liked to sit there as a child or climb it.

I wrote this piece about my experience growing up Indian-American.

To me, eating has been not just a passion but really just something that has shaped my norms.

My artwork encapsulates my struggle with an eating disorder as I grew up, which stemmed from competitive dance.

My artwork has become a container for myself. Besides this container, I jam myself up, silencing self-exposure and limiting expression.

I wrote a small piece about a woman sacred to love a man and when she speaks of this and gives her grandparents as an example, he convinces her to give him a chance.

I find solace in the words I write. Turning to the page in times of struggle and uncertainty.

I allowed myself to write whatever I wanted with no limits.

It's a way for me to explore concepts and play with words in a way that I don't have the opportunity to in regular conversation.

As one of my assignments, I had to write a poem about who I am. I had to think about who I actually am.