A story of a rotten little boy.

A while ago, I wrote a poem in my poetry workshop class called " Apple Tree"( not on here by the way) and it gave me an idea to connect that poem to a bigger poem or story that relates to something like snow white haha.

I am better off without you.

These feelings will not leave without a fight.

I’ve never been one for fruit and I’ve been one for girls but the fruit is ripe but am I boyfriend ready; perhaps not, perhaps I never will be. Orange You Glad… you’ll never be my girlfriend or maybe you’re just looking for a bite, ouch.

What is so beautiful about it, when it’s gone slipped away through my hands?

This one is a story, it took me awhile to write it! As this is not my usual cup of tea.
I don’t usually contemplate before I write about something, because words somehow just love to flow into my fingers and then flew towards my mind later on. I felt quiet disappointed because the first version of this piece was lost and I could never get the same feeling of writing it again, I poured so much emotion to it and now it’s gone. This current version isn’t so bad, but if I could turn the clock the other way around, I wish for it to go back to the time when it’s all begun……

One bad seed can cause a lot of damage.

"Annual National Odor-eaters Rotten Sneaker" contest for children in the ages of six to 16, they select the utmost /worst smelled sacks of the contestants.

You remind me of a long time ago.

Garbage can be a hassle sometimes. It’s a pain when the bag rips or something, which makes the garbage spill all over the place.