As I travel through life I am surrounded by color:The vibrant green of glistening tree leaves,The bright golden sunbeams dancing through the clouds,Th..
Time as a concept is strangeIt seems random in what it causes to changeFor some things it nurtures to allow them to stayYet many others it simply take..
The needles slide against each other, creating a quiet click of physical teamworkKnit one rowPurl one rowThe soft blue yarn slides between my fingers,..
A poem that I wrote in the 10th grade because a friend wanted me to enter a writing contest. I chickened out and I can't remember if it's finished, b..