Clutter

By Kimberly Nguyễn

Posted on October 1, 2025

Cover Image Title: Creation

Cover Image by: Kendahl Monix

Classification: Digital Artwork

Specifications: 1620 pixels X 2160 pixels

Year: 2025

Location: Michigan, U.S.A.

You call to poetry to express yourself 

Here I am, begging her to save me 

As she flows gracefully in the ridges of my palm, 

Quickly rolling off my fingertips, 

Flowing out from the corners of my eye as I lay

I know I write too little 

I thought dreaming big would've made up for it- 

That simply living the most important part of being  

I was wrong-

I know I write too little 

Inner peace is granted by art alone 

It once granted me ownership of my identity 

And so I implore and I plead  

I wished for this once- 

A cluttered mind 

But I am suffocating, 

I am drowning

In muted chaos and muffled screams

Rendered breathless and exhausted 

You call to poetry to as an extension of yourself 

Here I am, begging her to save me 

Description: 

The speaker writes as a plea to creativity, expressing how they feel that their creativity is slipping away and reminiscing on a time that they wished for more inspiration, more life, or more experience, because living is what inspires their art and sparks that fire to write poetry. The fire came and went; the speaker became overwhelmed by their life, and now, even with the desired experience, as well as the chaos. Their creativity is muted. The speaker felt so struck by the lack of creativity and outlet that they found they could no longer write. They justified the stagnation in the beginning, telling themselves that the most important thing was to simply live, but now they realize that living is simply not enough - it’s boring and dull. Creating art and feeling connected to expression is how the speaker owns their life, not just lives it.

[ Writing Editor: J. Y. ]