Life gets bolder. The weather gets colder. We grow older. As seniors in high school, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders.   Words grow sharper. Nights get darker. The...

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My...

At 4 am, When it's too late to go back to sleep, And it's too early to start the day, Remember the things you were told   Remember that your mother Called you pumpkin and peach With...

Time goes by, bringing some, and leaving far too many. Life creates to watch its creation flourish. Life is the novelist, and Time is the passionless publishing company, telling Life that what it has made...

Everything was perfect, But only for a moment. It couldn’t last Because no beautiful thing can.   It was a delicate thing, Fragile, as if made of glass, And it cracked Right...

In modern day society, books are often looked at as things of the past, forgotten with all of the life lessons that they contain. Books, especially the older ones, hold complex themes that are glanced...

Love: an intense feeling of deep affection.   “I love you,” said an 11 year old boy that has barely hit puberty. He is staring at himself in the mirror, searching his barren chest for even...

Freedom, an idea presented and yearned forever since the dawn of time by every human being. It is not free, it is not given, but it should be something that everyone can have no matter the circumstances....

‘Everything will be fine’ That’s all they ever say The people who hold onto their flimsy beliefs That nothing is wrong with me I wish they could see who I really am Underneath my skin,...

First, you pass away your soul will leave this green earth, and it is peaceful   Then you graduate. School was only some short years now you’re on your own   Before you know it, you are...

Her eyes tempted me from across the room. I stood, still as stone, and returned her gaze. Her eyes were something tough to describe. They were metallic blue toward the pupil, but grew emerald by the edge....

We are alone. All alone in the dark, But somehow, that darkness seems like light To the human eye. That is how we began: In the arctic, barren, and sinister nothingness. They call it...