Remember?

I guess its my perfect dream put into words, it will draw a picture in your mind.

My imagination is something that is free and willing. I see things in different context than most; this poem can mean many different things, but means something particular to me. Evanbunder; not being a real word, is a word that describes whatever it is you get from the poem, the main character or plot, is the Evanbunder. It can be as real as it is fake.

A poem.

For some reason this year summer went by fast. It didn’t even seem like it was here since it hardly got hot.

A story of a man who can’t focus (warning for all those used to humorous stories from me … this is not one of them).

A poem.

Ogden, young brother, spends an evening at home before the funeral.

The joy of dreaming in daylight.

This is the poem I wrote in class when I was in year one last year.