Poem.

This poem is me expressing how something happened to me and I got really mad. I started blaming the wrong people and in the end I found out they didn’t do it. So at first I was speaking bad about these people, then I left and calmed myself down. When I got to my house I solved my problem and saw that these people, who I won’t mention, weren’t the ones responsible for my problem.

Treading heavily through the moon-lit fields, the air became colder with each step. Winter was coming.
No – winter had already arrived. The fires behind me were slowly dying down, and small flakes started blanketing the valley…

I wrote this after witnessing church members(Men I looked up to) argue over a biblical subject.

A look at our lives through our relationships, television and news. Are we addicted to drama? What do we want our society to look like? It seems that our society thrives on drama, rudeness and speculation. We need to change that idea. We need to be responsible for our actions, and find out as much information as possible for our conflicts and problems.

A fictional short story about an artist who is trying to find herself and her voice.

Pulp fiction about a socialist takeover of the capitalist system to serve the needs of the people instead of the elite.

Poem about abuse.

The third poem in the "Beyond Botticelli" series. We had some problems today. But it’s all better now.

It isn’t always easy to be 16…