Every since elementary school, my poetry was thought to be good. Now that I am about to graduate high school, I want to see if I'm still good.
I stand alone in the dark.
My heart races with passing time,
Over and over again, I question.
Question whether I'm capable,... more »
Freshman year, cool September morn',
A day which brings despair.
Two warriors standing proud and tall,
Struck down by eagles of the enemy.... more »