Greatness seems to be something that can only be bestowed upon us by the world the way things appear to work, but what if that isn’t true?

I continually learn who I am and improve. I may not always like who I was or things I have done, but I recognize my faults and try to do better. Yet I always wonder about those people who lie, cheat, and put down others throughout their who life. Who are they really? What makes them tick?

Poem I wrote for English class.

Super short poem.

This poem is about a friend who I hold in high esteem and felt I should honor my him by writing a poem.

I am a Poet, Person Of Extraordinarily Talent!!!

I am, and always will be, me. No matter what goes on in society, in the surroundings by me, or in nature, I always will remain me. I am me. That’s the only thing I can truly be.

An "I Am" poem describing myself as a beach.

A nice poem.

*December 30, 2010*