Short poem about waterfalls and the sensation of being so high in the sky. Vertigo.

True love cares not for palaces or mansions. It can abide in a castle or a hovel.
It does not discriminate nor falsify. It can conform to circumstances, lavish or meager.

This is my history of climbing trees, how I learned, how it feels, why I do it.

A short narrative piece originally submitted to my AP Language and Composition class.

The uncomfortable and sometimes dangerous place when a person is put on a pedestal.

A genuine feeling of heart… not a word in english to describe it totally.

Looking through the eyes of a madman.