A short prose piece capturing some thoughts I had on the idea of “family.”

I’m currently a senior in high school, and decided to capture some of my thoughts regarding school in this poem… The fresh smelling, blank pages  of the writing journal my English teacher handed out sprawl with  endless possibilities.  The ease…

The following is an older poem I dug out from my files… I rewrote it, though 🙂 Hope you enjoy! I am the lonely white crayon, sitting in your tethered, dented crayon box. I’m imprisoned and forgotten, yet I wait…

There’s a race to be at the top, to be better than everyone else.  But how do we define “being better” than someone else?  Maybe we define this with a GPA —  a supposed measure of “intelligence.”  Maybe we define…

I’m engulfed in an inferno of my own creation. The orange sparks circle me, and my fiery hair flows freely; some strands lash at my face, while others dance with the ever-spreading fire. I can hear the cackling of the…