Jack Frost is unhappy with the changing climate.

Blank expressionless emotionless colourless give aways.

Painful scars are all that we have left.

The idea for this horror poem came to me while standing in the rain waiting for the city bus to arrive. It took me all day to write.

Who knows when?

The sun in winter is too good to see and pen down………..

Country Tales.

Nature and society are the same in many ways. There are things in both people don’t like or enjoy. There are storms in both that come when we least expect it to. But just because there are storms in nature, does that mean there has to be storms in society?

So yeah its only March 15th but so far…

Ya, I am a Junior in High School, it is time to start working on looking at colleges. Well for me atleast it started last semester.