An old descriptive narrative set in a bedroom I once shared with my sister that shows the contrast between our personalities. Full of good stuff like aesthetic words, sarcasm, and cheese.

Last poem from my creative writing class last year. Free writing experiment.

Fifth project for a class last year. Another baggie poem where we all picked random words out of a bag and had to incorporate them into a piece. Meh.

For all those who don't fit in. The third poem in a series of eight from my creative writing class. Critiques are greatly appreciated and always returned.

A bit of lightheartedness, y'know, for fun. The second poem in a series of eight.

Haven't posted anything in a while. The first poem in a series of eight from my creative writing class.

The mark of an artist is distinct. It's beautiful. Ignorance scorns.

You'll get what's yours, absolutely nothing. You'll get what you deserve, a hard fall.

The only thing she really is? Part of this disaster.

Your daily dose of irony.

Love if you must- blame the heart.

The title pretty much explains it...

The effects of hope.

We have a journey to start.

Written at the end of the summer after a case of writer's block.