You taught me the meaning of real pain.

I remain unmoved.

It is a slight mixture of science and philosophy.

I still love you best.

You like things to go your way.

Do you really know what the bones are, and why they are damned?

Object Essay.

It is no fun being the focal point of an obsession.

I had to write a poem about an object. we drew paper from a cup and I got scissors. here is what I came up with.

I couldn’t find a reason to write an ode in my english class so I decided to write about nothing and how I picked nothing.