An early morning greeted by the sun.

A look into the life of an internet chat celebrity, and his connection to his followers.

The world is not simply black and white, but a beautiful array of color.

This was written on the back of a sheet for scratch work at a Mathletes competition in the time left over during one of the rounds.

This is a poem about something Idk.

Insanity.

The ground is cracking beneath me~

Once upon a time there were two friends Clara and Sara. They were both going to the same school called Sunshine Greenwoods School in Chicago. They were now in grade four and, since childhood they were together in the same school and, were best friends too. Their teacher was taking English classes with morals in it. She placed an empty glass on the table and, asked Clara, what did you see inside.

She never believed in spirits of the dead maybe not a wise thing! The Foureyed Poet.

A poem about every time I wrote a letter.

A poem to talk of many things: Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot- and whether pigs have wings. Does anyone besides me want to talk about…me?