It may not be worth anything,
but it might be worth the world.
There’s no way for us to know
unless we try it for ourselves. 121 more words
1 week, 4 days
On the other side of the door, I see
a woman, strong and proud.
You’d never know that she’d been poorly,
what with the way she laughed out loud. 96 more words
When I was a kid,
My dad took a special kind of pill.
I always found it odd that my parents called them his,
“happy pills”. 263 more words
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Who’s the most made up of them all?
Is it the girl who paints her face with powders like an artist? 150 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
I just wish this article is about me having an iPhone or a Mac book air finally, but sorry me this isn’t (dang!).
This is one of my crazy stories as a child. 289 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
Well today’s Thanksgiving. The day snuck up on me before I realized it. Perhaps it was all that self-loathing that made the time go by so fast. 333 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
If I were art, I’d be a canvas of mixed media.
When you step back and look at the big picture, everything comes together in unity to form the entirety of my being. 289 more words