If a Tragedy Happens and Nobody is Around to Hear About it…

With the increasing amount of violence seen around the world over the years, over the past few months, people seem to be running into the unavoidable question of “what do we do now?” And there is never one true answer for this, for an event of such magnitude that can make an entire world of people feel something. There is no easy fix, there never is for tragedy. But it does bring up a crucial point I mention in my book, a small feature here from my poem, Tragedies. “Tragedies only seem to be tragic when the world hears about them.” Because so many events that people consider tragic end upforgotten-214772 in the media before most have time to process it.

But what about the things that don’t get publicized, the loss and suffering that isn’t considered a shot heard around the world? What about the things people keep more hidden, more quiet… What about those? Because sometimes it may seem like the world is hurting due to the multitude of people effected by one event, but if something happens on a much smaller scale, does it hurt any less? There is so much in the world around us that happens behind closed doors, behind a child’s tears that are not allowed to fall and the cry of a mother who is not allowed to make a sound. Maybe growing up means understanding the magnitude of what happens around us, but maybe it is also paying attention to the smaller things others do not seem to see. Because in the end, I must ask this question: If a tragedy happens and no one is around to talk about it, no matter how large or how devastating it might be, did it still happen?

Express Yourself

As a writer, I consider myself an artist. It is as simple as that. Because artists express themselves through some form of creativity as an extension of who we are. From my poem Think About It, to be featured in my book, “Getting lost is a part of life. The story only comes when you decide to try to find yourself again.” Creativity and expression happen when we find ourPlaceholder Imageselves lost in something; they’re how we figure out who we are. There are no boundaries, no limits, and no true lines to cross. There are only words to say, figures to draw, and moves to make in order to say something louder than our voices ever could. And in this way, artists are the unspoken, the quiet ones; the ones who have something to say but never quite say it aloud. Because sometimes, there are things we hide within ourselves, within our art, that we cannot face until we are forced to. And in that moment, our voice is the loudest one in the room and in the end, it’s the only one that matters.

A New Page

As a recent high school graduate, I feel that it is time I take chasing my dreams to heart. I have been a writer for over seven year now and poetry has been a constant source of writing throughout my life. Through Archway Publishing, I am excited to announce that I am self-publishing my own poetry anthology, Live Laugh Love Like a Teenager, featuring 73 poems written over the course of my teenage years. It will be available online through Archway’s site as well as on paperback. It has been an amazing journey to reach this point in my career and I am already working on my next project. I cannot wait for people to read my work and understand that these words represent everything I used to be and everything I have become. Through those of author Virginia Woolf, “Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.”