Back in a philosophy class I had, we’d been given that task of argumenting the proposition which titles this article, "All People Are Selfish."

I see within my hands, her heart. Have I taken it forcefully or has she given it freely?

Attempt at tanka (5-7-5-7-7) form of poetry.

A poem, reflecting on emotion within family, in a personal sense.

An acrostic piece based on Three Days Grace’s "Never Too Late".

Tanka verse.

My self-esteem is lower than low, I wish I can give away this life to my grandfather who just suffered a stroke this weekend.

Outter appeal ain’t everything.

We should all have a mother like this.

Life’s distractions can totally obscure the true us, cast them away and take a closer look.