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About my best friend...

You grope in the black And try to find a light. Something…anything To fill the void. You sense a flicker, A spark of warmth. Slowly..

I wrote this in 5th grade after September 11, 2001.

Is it wrong to want it? Am I just being difficult? Am I a thorn in people’s shoes Just because I want solitude? I need time alone, Time..

Perchance it’s just a dream; an unachievable fantasy. Even those who dream for such wage a war within their hearts. As people grow wiser and..

Part of a poem I wrote for a friend on his birthday.

It seems so strange to me how something so destructive can, at the same time be beautiful and beneficial. When the red-orange flames roar up an..

Greatness comes at cost. Majesty has a price. Grandiose demands dues. Momentous rests with impost. Mistaken is the nature of epic, For it req..

I actually want to write a novel around this piece, kinda based on my life.

My mind races; It never stops. It’s crammed full; What do I do? The thoughts and feelings That I hold back Haunt my mind And my heart...