Writing I think is a fantastic way of expression and it takes dedication.

Dove represent peace, love and tranquility.

An autobiography on my life. This was an assignment in 6th grade that I had to do.

Just because a thing or a person is deformed in any way, doesn’t mean there’s something "wrong" with them. Normal is something different to each and every one of us. Life is mean, sometimes rotten, to those of us who others don’t consider to be their "normal".

Quietly sitting alone, thinking, daydreaming, wondering. Is what I think "normal"?

I am going to compare the people with alots of exposure with those who never now much about the world…

Wondering if what I think and feel is right, if I’ll pass as being "normal". But always knowing it’s alright to be me.

A prayer.

An unconventional and unusual two part haiku exploring how a haiku is born and how it dies.

Just a little limerick about emotions returning to a normal level after living in the pits for awhile.