Memories, Memories.Memories can be horribleMemories can be despicableIt's like you always rememberthe bad memoriesand you never rememberthe good memor..
Sitting in classEveryone is loudNo one listens to the teacherPencils and paper strewn across the floorLecture timethe moment the teacherquiets down th..
It was cold out and Emma Morrey was running through the snow. Her pants were torn and her arms bore cuts and scratches. The murderer who had been wrea..
Autumn, oh what a sweet seasonThe leaves blow around in the windIt's cold but not too coldSipping lattes and wearing sweaters and scarvesAutumn, oh wh..
My head's a poundin' i cannot thinkmy paper is filled with scribbles of inkI do not know what to writethe writer's block is taking overI cannot think ..
I hold a pen in my handIt's plastic barrel full of inkthe smoothness of the pen as it glides on paper is so soothing to meisn't the pen so awfully gra..
Are you blind? Can't you see? I've always loved you, do you love me? I've been here forever,and you know i have, but you ignore me like I'm a freak. C..
I've been waiting for you foreverThe winds keep whispering your nameEveryday is dreary without youWhy do i hold the winds of sorrowinstead of the wind..
Life is like weather.One day is full of sunshine and happiness.The next is like a thundershower.Even though the thundershower days are awful,just reme..