A poem written my senior year of high school, it describes my average day…in the not-so-average theme of each day of school being it’s own little play.

If you could control your dreams and what you saw would you?Or just let them go and dream about whatever shows up in them?I wouldnt control them,my writers creativity would be affected in more ways then one.Dreams give me ideas to expand on and publish.

Fantasy comes to life on the island of imagination.

The poem is about the faces of actors that are covered by makeup that hides all expressions…

Poem.

Theater is drama and the best flash fiction is theater.

It’s a poem I wrote one day.

Do you feel that you are being pressured to learn English and Maths, does it bring you down, and do you feel that without it you wont make anything out of yourself? Well you are wrong, and the person who told you that….

Purpose of life.!

The edges are visible as time is distorted.