Haiku.

Just a touch of creativity.

Where I sleep alone, where I have no home, and yet I want to bone but more importantly I want to hug and love someone I’ve been dreaming of. Spill, well I can think of many other words of what I do when I see a pretty girl but the truth is… it’s a mess.

A poem that I just had some fun with, I had a lot on my mind when I wrote it and I needed to vent.

I wanted to come up with something completely different and break away from the creative familiar.

A short poem about a glass of spilled milk.

The rants about well, every problem we know.

My day.

This is a Creative Writing Class Assignment – The teacher gave us the words, we had to organize them in a creative way.

Life is a tree, growing as it will and how it will. Change is a part of life, and as we change we grow.