Who picks up the trash we pass every day? Do you?

A letter to A piece of paper.

What is the point in trying to trash another persons name.

You are so full of hate.

This is a poem that I feel is true, that the world has turned upside down all over again and again also that people has neglected the Earth.I think this is a fact that everyone should work on and improve on every thing on and in it.

When nothing goes right go left and I did but that made me nobody.

If only you could of been like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

A short story about a girl who is in therapy for an unknown reason. She and her therapist discuss life, love, and the meaning of happiness.

A poem about mixed feelings, revenge, and confusion.

Domestic Fiction short story.