I'm almost sixteen and aspiring to become a writer. I started writing poetry in the ninth grade.
I sit and gaze at the legal white powder that
brings a smile to our children's faces.
I gaze and notice how quiet the town can get
when that first flake collapsed on the concrete.... more »
He leans over to witness his deed.
Murder was accomplished because of his greed.
Will he stay or will he leave?... more »
To approach such an army with curiosity,
shot down no questions asked.
To approach such a god with velocity,
left breathless with so many questions to ask.... more »