Historias de Ode

a story in which someone accidentally adds a random person to a groupchat, accidentally starting new friendships, and relationships.

They always say "He's just a friend." but the bitterness after never leaves

For Robin Williams, our beloved genie, and all around genius. Inspired by the Dead Poets Society and Walt Whitman's poem: O Captain! My Captain!

They never had any interaction, but how could they get closer by being seatmates? ☆ discontinued

A collection of poems written by me. Dated from 2008 to present time.

En berättelse om 13:åriga Lucy som är med om en olycka och hamlar på en öde ö. Hon minns ingenting om vad som har hänt. Hon blir svagare och svagare och tillsist så är hon bara några timmar ifrån döden, då en man och en pojke hittar henne och tar med henne hem till sig. Sakta men säkert så blir hon starkare, och hennes minnen börjar komma tillbaka. Vem är hon egentligen? Varför hamlade hon på ön?

Why must the clock reach 3 a.m. every day?

Seungmin finds out his husband Gunil is cheating with his assistant.

joojoo 𝚑𝚞𝚑𝚞 𝚣𝚞𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚔𝚞 𝚣𝚎 𝚃_𝚃 illie uhh sorry what? jiseuk bro.. su wtf does that mean lmaoo joojoo ohh aha omg wrong chat ahaha AHAHA IGNORE THAT PRETEND NOTHING HAPOPENED ------ or jooyeon accidentally sends a message to the wrong chat. alien related chaos ensues

things never told • incitements •

A group of Seers disappear from Camelot, and the city begins to turn on itself. The king and queen decide to split the kingdom in half, creating two courts; the Daycourt and Nightcourt. Leader of the Daywatch, Gun-il, has trouble with his fellow knight, Jooyeon, as they both navigate what it means to be a knight. But, something happens to Jooyeon that changes his life forever, and may even affect the kingdom itself. Follow Jooyeon on his journey, and see who he meets along the way.

"If only...the saddest words in the English language." ― Kristan Higgins, My One and Only Images: ctto

This is an Ode to makeup I wrote as a freshmen in AP English class. To this day, it is still one of my favorite pieces.

This is a collection of poems and prose. These are just my thoughts illustrated in words, thoughts that don't necessarily make sense but then, not every star is fortunate enough to be fathomed in a constellation. "So, this is how the fall came... swept across the distance, a hundred shattered souls. The red crimson leaves, at the mercy of wanderers... O' beauty, why you remind me of the wrinkles under her flawless skin... Of the tranquility I found, on crushing a hundred souls beneath my burdened feet"

A little Irish poem I wrote driving through the hills of Donegal

Such a powerful opera, that it so consumes me. Too often I find myself drifting off while listening. We all know it today as a simple jingle, but have we taken the time to consider what it once it was? Have we explored what kind of an effect on the world it could have been? It was a Magnum Opus of musical history, at least it is to me. How it persuades the soul to be willingly carried away in imagination as well as critical introspection.

Basically I had to wrote an Ode for a class project and I figured why not Hamilton. Warning, it sucks. And yes I did use a lyric from Hamilton in it. Cough cough legacy.