http://www.centergroveladytrojansoccer.weebly.com/    
here's a link to a blog I love :)

http://www.storyjumper.com/book/index/12894262/   This is a link to my children's book.. Enjoy :)

Although I would usually do this in my Shire of the Fancied or Thought Stream page, this is required for my creative writing class. I'm also curious to know what genre is most popular! Vote and reply through comments :)

POEM1
Your Labyrinth
Breaking everything in your path,
what kind of mess are you?
You love petty things because you are not smart enough to
love
something
real.
Every time you let someone close to you,
you hurt.
Nothing happens the way
you
imagine it.
You're barely held together


POEM 2
To: A Stranger
From: An Old Friend
Dear Stranger,
Sometimes,
I miss the time we used to spend together.
 Our walks,
talks,
movies,
and video games.
Sometimes,
I miss how close we were.
Sometimes,
I think that you've changed.
Sometimes,
I think you've always been this way,
Part of me wants to miss you and beg for you to come back.
Sometimes,
I want to slash your tires,
break your nose,
and spit in your face.
Sometimes,
I want to let my anger
and hurt
take control
and show you what a coward you've become.
Sometimes,
I look at myself
in disgust
with the fact I used to be close to you.
Part of me hopes you hurt more than I do.
Sometimes,
I let my mind wonder
and think about how this all came to be.
Sometimes,
I allow myself to feel the pain
and emotions caused by all this.
Sometimes,
I let it swallow me;
letting the anger,
sadness,
and confusion consume me.
Sometimes,
I consider
letting you in again.
Sometimes,
I let myself feel
discouraged.
Most of the time,
I don't know what to do.
I've racked my brain
with every possibility
on how to change things
between you and I
for the better,
yet everything has failed.
Most of the time,
I look at you and see an angry,
miserable stranger that
I never knew.
Most of the time,
I push it all down
and don't think about any of it.
Most of the time,
I try my hardest
to leave all of this in the past,
but
you won't allow it.
Most of the time,
I distract myself from all of this,
but
fear it will never leave.
Every day
I'm torn:
Half of me wants to be sorry
for things I never did,
and get things back
to what they should've been.
The other half,
hopes I ripped your heart out
and that
you bleed from the same wounds I do.


POEM3
You
 are a guardian,
 watching over me as I
 sleep and dream. Looking
 after me as I play at night. You
 light my way through the darkness,
 a beacon of light that never fails me.
Even as a child, I knew you were always
 there, lighting my way protecting me. You
are true beauty, and I cannot even imagine
 the  things  you  have seen from the many
 millenniums    of   your  existence.   The
secrets and knowledge that you hold
 is far richer than any king's treasure.
 You are the Goddess of Night.
You are a mystery to all
You are the
moon