A poem called Without you.

Without you I’m afraid
Stars are all I could see in the everlasting dark sky
They let me believe, that hope could not be lost
But I am scared, cause I have lost you to protect me

Without you I can’t be happy
The only thing left there to do is to be the star within yourself……

A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..

Close reading of chapter two of "Jane Eyre"

Each of us have a paper, it depends on us on how we draw to that paper and how we color them.

This was submitted by SingWolfxx.

You know how to push my buttons.

There is more than meets the eye.

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Short response as to what the significance of the wheelbarrow, rain, and chicken have in the poem "Red Wheel Barrow" by William Carlos Williams.

The human race is capable of some awful things.

Seasonal Poetry, winter season.