Poetry

Young

There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young

Creative Writing

Shooting Star

//circa March 2016 A comet is flying, shooting past in the sky headed towards a planet. Rocks floating by keep hitting the comet, but it continues to speed towards its impending destruction. The farmer, with his parched lips and muddy shoes, heads inside his home after a long day of tending to the fields. He… Continue reading Shooting Star