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Promise Me

This poem is in dedication to my grandfather. He is in the hospital right now.

You Give. I Take.

In honor of some one special.

Love and not Animosity

A poem of prevalence.

Where is your home?

A poem that should be expressed to every one.

The Hollow Tree

The effect of a single tree can be massive.

I can be your Bonny, you can be my Clyde.

I'm like your Bonny and your like my ClydeRunning together like the sands of time.Our hearts intertwined even when things get badWe can run from this world as long as YOU think we canI've struck the match against the coalsNow all that's left is for the embers to growinto a flame that feels so realOu..

The Future-

Technology and gizmo's Tall buildings with lots of windowsMore taking to the air and less on the groundRunning out of room to run aroundPopulation in the billionsMore, and More citizensAnimals extinct,Write not with pencil, but type with inklife spans increaseMedicine in heapsHave you ever hear..

Eternal

I haven't written very much for this book yet, but I wanted to let everyone know what I've been working on lately.

Feeling Free Under The Canopy

I wrote this for my Twin sister.

Friendship

I think I just have a addiction to writing friendship poems. <3 It can be a beautiful thing if treated right.

Forever

This is a poem I wrote for my grandfather. He's seventy-four now, and has taught me so much. It's probably very corny, but was important for me to say to him.

At First A Friend, A Lesson in the end.

This poem is about bullying, I've never truly experienced any severe type of this, but my heart goes out out all of those who have.

Regrets--ch 2

This is the 2nd chapter of this book I began a while back. It's still rough and parts may be hard to understand, but please tell me what you think.

The Day The Tower Caught The Embers

This is a poem I wrote in honor of 9/11 a while back.

Where I'm From poem

This is a poem I was assigned to write in my honors English class. I read it to the class, as I suppose it was assigned for us to get know each other better, I wish it to serve the same purpose now.

With Dyeing Breath

This is a poem about the last willful words of a young one.

Regrets

This is the first chapter to a novel I've been working on, I'm not sure If I'll continue this or not, please let me know what you think.