they wonder where the bruises come from...

Is there really such a thing? short story with a cute little twist.

Dorky inspirational poem I had to write as a part of an English poetry assignment

short poem about a basketball game. written in freshman year, so not my best work...but still worth a read.

I've finally realized my parents opinions dont matter, because ultimately, I have to live with myself.

This is a riddle my friends and I wrote in English...see if you can figure it out!

Why do people feel the need to be recognized?

What if everything I know is false...

What is it about adults that makes them think they don't have to apologize?

Can't my parents just accept me for me?

Could you really get to know me?

Did you ever have someone you looked up to so much it killed you to let them down?

A lament for the loss of innocence

Did I mention I am over-obsessive about Field Hockey, Basketball and Lacrosse, and that I spend every waking moment playing or thinking about sports? well, here ya go!

About a man who can't afford nice things for his daughter

About people less fortunate

About Alzheimers

I wrote this after my best friend "dumped" me to hang out with a more popular crowd.

Just a short thankyou to the soldiers fighting for our country.

Something I wrote when I was being made fun of for my red hair

This DOES NOT have any curse words in it. Sometimes I don't even know where my poems come from. this is one of those times.

Just another one of my strange thoughts about the time right before you die

I'm not really sure where this one came from...but it's interesting. Worth the read.

Saying goodbye is sometimes the hardest thing to do.

Just a dream I had

Just my feelings after my friends funeral

I wrote this right after I found out my dad's being sent to Iraq.