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A short first piece to a larger project.

Revenge is sweet.

The girls walked down the street—I watched them, disdainfully. They bore their lack-of-breasts in thin tank tops and showed off their too-young..

This is my first attempt at performance poetry. I'm going to see about reading this at the public reading this month.

This is magical.

My version of the Boogey Man.

I believe that there is A world within ours, One that we used to know, But forgot. I believe that there are no boundaries When it comes to love..

My personification of Loneliness.

A story about a seven-year old child, lost in an enchanted forest.

Why do you stay? You say. Why do I stay? I sit and watch you fall to pieces, every day. And clean you up when you get sick again. Never ..