My Inner Desires.

We had been taught from an early age that the tower was in the West. We had also been taught that it was off limits, that it must not be sought, could not be sought, would never be discovered, never had been discovered, and it was impossible to do so. It was not for our eyes. Time is such that it advances, though, and with it civilization, so that myth is replaced with power, fiction with politics, and duly it was decided that we ought to seek the tower.

Thoughts of a suicidal girl.

In my quiet moments things I reflex upon when contemplating a new relationship.

Poem/Prose.

This short poem is about me wanting to please (mainly my mother) Before considering my own happiness. It’s about holding back from my dreams to fit the description of what she wants me to be. I decided to call it "A bit at A Time" Meaning getting out my thoughts a little bit at a time.

Acceleration after acceleration at top speed with the open door as your imagination…

Diary entry of an insomniac.

This poem describes the feeling of ones battle within.

Thoughts that pass through my mind when I can not sleep at night.