Grateful

Author’s Note: This is a portfolio that I had to submit for my last assignment for my ENGL 420W – Advanced Poetry Writing class at CSU, Chico during my Spring 2021 semester. Below, you will find two poems and one letter to my younger self. For this submission, we had to use a photo or painting that we took/made to represent our title and the works we’ve produced this semester. But WordPress won’t let me publish it without a title so I decided to title it Grateful. Right below this author’s note is a photo of me because that is the photo I chose for my title. If you are reading this on your phone, please turn it sideways to landscape for the correct format! I hope you enjoy these!

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Let Me As You

Let me as you talk,
sit next to you like kids at a playground whispering secrets we don’t want adults to hear
as you make me forget all the Zoom calls from earlier today
for your voice is the anthem of love I’ve been searching for.
Let me as you walk,
thunderclap with joyous pride to see you achieve your goals
as your amber light illuminate the darkest caves you venture into
for the emerald tunnel you’ve built, is one I will die following.
Let me as you weep,
let my sturdy shoulders be the soft pillow your head can rest on
as the black tears from your light makeup drip down my tan arms
carrying the emotions only those who have died inside can express.
Let me as you gasp in shock,
kneel down on my violet bruised knee like I’ve practiced this all my life
as I reveal the diamond ring kept hidden next to our bed this whole time
for I’m about to ask one of the scariest questions in my life.
Let me as you sleep,
put the little angels to bed as it has already been an hour since “30 more minutes please?”
as I sing twinkle twinkle little star to them and get lost in their stares
for they have eyes that sing the saddest songs with the happiest melodies.
Let me as you smile,
tell you what you remind me the most about
as I explain “You’re like choir to me”
for when I sing I can’t be mad, it’s all love and positivity that I can’t resist it.
Let me as you fade away,
bury you with the daisies you enjoyed the most
as I will sit down next to your tombstone and tell you about how much the kids have grown
for there are two types of pain in this world. One that shows our weaknesses and one that shows our strengths.
I sincerely hope that tomorrow I can experience this wonderful dream again.

A Cry So Bad

Have you ever had a cry so bad, you didn’t know when the tears would stop?
A cry where everything inside of you ached feverishly?
one where your heart felt as if it would burst out of your chest
as if the organs inside your body twisted and turn like wet clothes being wringed
as you vomit from your eyes with enough tears to water the Mojave desert
and cry loud enough to wake up the dead from 100 years ago.
A cry where at the end you’re so exhausted that you drift off to a peaceful sleep
on the wet pillow soaked in your grief and pain
as you realize no matter how many bottles you empty,
the tears will continue to flow deep like the pockets of millionaires
and far like the Mekong River, sinking deeper and deeper.
A cry where you thought you had “move on”
one where you’re reminded of the gaping wound still freshly exposed
as your heart knows the lies you told it reassures “you’re in a new” phase now but the
the wind reminds you that they have Spring allergies and the smell of coffee reminds you
they like a white chocolate mocha with caramel syrup during Winter from Starbucks.
A cry where you shed tears for yourself and the journey you undertook.
one where you graduated and passed an influential phase of your life
as you reflect on the experience you endured, shedding tears
for the ones that are six feet under and the ones who never had the opportunity
And you shed tears for the ones that gave you so much to remember.
Have you ever had a cry so bad, that it healed everything inside of you like a magic potion?
I wish you will have that cry one day.
one filled with validation of your neglected feelings and sincerity
one filled with rallying cheers and bearhugs
and especially, one filled with “thank yous and you’re welcome”
with the people you’ve impacted and the ones that have impacted you.

Letter to a Poet – Manting Xiong

Dear Manting Xiong,

I read your poems “Let Me As You” and “A Cry So Bad” for my class for our final portfolio project. I want to start off by saying thank you for writing and sharing these pieces of poetry with the world. I’ve actually read all of your previous works and I really enjoyed the pieces you’ve written this semester for Jeanne’s Advanced Poetry course at Chico State. I know your WordPress audience will look forward to you sharing this with your writing collection.

I first want to talk to you about your cover photo. You chose a photo of yourself which I thought was pretty conceited of you but the more I thought about it, it does make sense why you chose that to represent your work for this semester. You kinda just closed your eyes and went with whatever worked for you. That goes for everything this semester, including the work you produced for this course. You pushed yourself to do even more this semester, 5 courses plus 20 hours as a student employee working two jobs and also participating in many side school activities as well. You pushed and pushed until you received a lecture reminding yourself to slow down and take it bit by bit. I think your eyes being closed is a perfect representation of how you’re feeling about this semester, not to mention the whole academic year.

With the less intentional and purposeful direction you set for yourself this semester in this course, I personally felt like your writing didn’t improve that much in this course. I think most importantly, what you took most out of all the materials you read this semester, was to have fun and just be present at the moment when you write. It sounds simple but you know this course was key in you being able to just have fun and relax in a lot of stressful situations. If you didn’t stay focused on just having fun and enjoying the course, I think this semester would have been even more stressful for you. So, I think Jeanne deserves to know how grateful you are to have had her as your professor now for the third time and just have read great works and pieces by new authors you’ve never heard or read before.

As I’ve begun to notice from last semester as well is that you will need to improve on your imagery work. I think it’ll be good to continue to read more poetry from authors with great imagery so you too can channel some good imagery into your pieces as well. Maybe check out that list you made from last year back in the Summer? In general, I think if you just keep up the practice of writing and producing but having a clearer vision of where you want to go and how to get there will greatly improve your writing.

You’re going to turn 23 soon on June 20th, so as a reminder even though you already know this, be diligent. Life and college (both undergrad and grad school) will be difficult so when times are tough, remember to be resilient. I hope you’ll not dwell on the mistakes too much. And if there are punishments that come with it, face it squarely and head-on. It’s like medicine, it’s not supposed to be enjoyable.

Thank you again, and rest up this summer!


Best,
One Month Away from 23 Manting Xiong


Sadly, WordPress has format restrictions on what it can do so the end product on here will look somewhat different from how I intentionally wanted it to be. So if there are some parts that don’t quite look in the right place, I apologize for that.

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ReflecTing

Author’s Note: This is a portfolio that I had to submit for our last assignment for my ENGL 320W – Poetry Writing class at CSU, Chico during my Fall 2020 semester. Below, you will find two poems and one letter to my younger self. I titled my portfolio submission ReflecTing. A bit of wordplay here as I put in my name and touch on the topic of reflecting. If you are reading this on your phone, please turn it sideways to landscape for the correct format! I hope you enjoy these!

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Kuv Xav Mus Tsev

My soul soars freely
       spreading love and positivity around me
and I think of ‘home’,
       where silence is an afterthought
and all the seats are occupied,
where laughter waters the flowers.

Kuv xav mus tsev,
nothing beats a home-cooked meal
        made with love and care
and I think of ‘home’,
        where birthdays and holidays are celebrated
throughout the joyful night, lasting till the morning
where I am comforted by angels.

Kuv xav mus tsev,
my homesick body yearns
          and searches for excuses to visit
and I think of ‘home’,
          where words and feelings are heard
and emotions are nurtured and cultivated,
where “I am sorry” is accepted.

Kuv tsis xav mus tsev,
         Don’t give me that look.
         Don’t act so surprised, for this is a simple truth.
         I’ve tested it, my blood is not thicker than water.
         Because none of those things
         exist for me. The only place
where this home exists for me is in my dreams.

It Comes and Goes Like the Seasons

1st-5th:
Meeting new kids and being cautious.
        Maybe this was the time we found our passion?
                       Some began to understand what relationships were really like.
                       “Best Friends for life?”
             Our naïve selves thought these people will be with us forever in our life.
                          How things would have changed if we had listened?
                “You will change, I will too, and each time we do… 
all we can do is live while losing things.”


6th-8th:
“What if we... what if we never changed?”
               Suddenly, popularity was a thing.
               A time when many people both loved and hated.
                      Some stayed close because it was the only option.
                      In some, that root was cut off and burned,
   others were left to journey alone hoping to make friends.
        How great would it be if some of these times would just stay forever?
“I shall grieve, and I shall weep. But I shall not regret it.”


9th-12th:
Let’s stay away from each other for a while. Maybe if I miss it, I will come back.”
         “Maybe, I should text Nelson... it’s been years since we last talked to each other…”
                        “I wanted to be liked too…”
          How much better it would have been if we knew how to love ourselves then?
           We learned something new and our relationships changed too.
                          Things that used to make sense will be questioned.
                          Things that were muddled and foggy became clear and comprehensive.
“Here is a tip, we are all trying to figure it out.”


13th-18th:
A time when we began to understand who we are.
       Some couldn’t wait to leave home and move far away.
          Others began to explore, digging deeper with
             no way out, as their only option was to dig deeper.
                              Immaturity is still rooted in our kid self,
                    and things that used to be worrisome became afterthoughts.
    “I think you and I need a break from each other.”
“Our relationship is like a pie crust, thin, and easy to break.”


20+:
Legal and ready to go, just kidding, no one really has it all figured out.
              “We became adults so quickly, now all we wish for is to revert to kids.”
            How naïve we were… thinking that we “knew” everything, funny isn’t it?
                       Some were fortunate with this gift,
      as a new root replaced it.
That new root decided life or death for some of us.
      “I think this is when I first felt depressed.”
Maybe, this was the time when ending it all came along…?

Letter to a Poet – Manting Xiong

Dear Younger Manting Xiong,

I read your poems “Kuv Xav Mus Tsev” and “It Comes and Goes Like the Seasons” for my class for our final portfolio project. I want to start off by saying thank you for writing and sharing this piece of poetry with the world. I’ve actually read all of your previous works and I really enjoyed the pieces you’ve written this semester for the Poetry Writing class at Chico State. I know your WordPress audience will look forward to you sharing this with your writing collection. I think anyone reading these two pieces will realize the dark tones that accompany them. I noticed that you still write about dark themes and topics, I think it is your way and style to decompartmentalize your experiences and give yourself some type of relief, although I would love to see you attempt to write something more bright and happy, even if that process may be more difficult compose than usual. Maybe try the revision strategy you learned during weeks 15 and 16 using Alberto Rios’ methods? Especially that revision method of writing the poem’s other half, I think you’ll be able to compose something really special with it.

I love the way how you structured these pieces, I can definitely see you getting better at incorporating and thinking about structure in your works. “Kuv Xav Mus Tsev” doesn’t do anything too crazy structure-wise and out of this world but once we got to “It Comes and Goes Like the Seasons” it changed a lot. It can be a bit disorientating reading the piece the first time as the lines jump around a bit but I think that keeps the reader interested, engaged, and focused. Since “It Comes and Goes Like the Seasons” the subject and topic of the poem are about relationships, I think you tried to physically represent how relationships are by moving the lines around. Showing that relationships are never easy and straightforward stacked up neatly going downwards. It has many twists, turns, and complications that come with the territory. You have numbers written above each stanza and to me, it is labels of ages as we progress and grow up. Each stage presents its own relationship difficulties. I know that this version looks very similar to the version you initially submitted but it is different because you used the revision by Alberto Rios but wrote out the poem on a sheet of paper and cut it out. Then slowly and one by one, you pulled out a line every couple of minutes for each stanza and that is how you have the new combinations of lines. I think it worked wonderfully using that revision method for this piece as there are different combinations that flowed better than your first version.

I think you should definitely take some time during the upcoming winter break to reread some of the works by other writers and authors we were given to read this semester as you will discover some new findings in each that you did not see previously. I can see that you’ve grown as a writer and I hope you yourself will be happy with that growth as well. However, this growth will only blossom as long as you continue to be diligent and allocate effort to this craft. There will be times when improvement will come slowly and in bursts, remember to be patient and resilient in your development and approach to writing.

You’re doing enough. You’re doing just fine. I know you and you’re trying your best right now. That’s all you need. Just keep your pace. Don’t be nervous, trust yourself. You did a great job today, you worked so hard. You are my prize.

Thank you again, I look forward to reading more of your work. 


Best,
Older and Slightly Smarter Manting Xiong


Below I’ve included a screenshot of the feedback I received from my professor. I realized the screenshot is very small so I wrote it below for clarity.

Hello, Manting–


Thank you for your commitment to your writing practice this semester.  It shows in your poems, especially the ones here.  I am captivated so often by the lyricism in your poems–the beautiful music of language & line–& the freshness of your images; for instance, “[laughter] waters flowers.”  I deeply admire the ways that your braid the Hmong language into your poems & without translating the words.  You let the words stand, the lines hold their own.  This is especially important given the subject of the first poem, a longing for home.  I hope to see you in another creative writing class & that you have a restful break, Manting.


Take care, ______


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