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We all start somewhere and for me my path as a writer began in 1998
when my teacher told us we had to write some poems, six I beleive, for
a project. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with writing that year
and have not stopped since. That is why there are poems here that are
from 1998 all the way up until 2010. Below there are the wishes of a
middle schooler, the angst of a high schooler and the wisdom of an adult.
Middle School: 1998-2001
A Moose
A Mountain
A Rumble
A Storm
A Sunrise
A Waterfall
A Wound
An Ongoing Battle
An Unknown Fire
Are You Sure?
Car Crash Horror
Day By Day
Diamonds And Velvet
Dreams
Empty
Feelings
Friends And Enemies
Friends and Not Friends
Gifts
Hold On
I AM
I Am...
I Use To
I'll Be There
I'm Yours
In Fields of Shimmering Gold
Insticts
Life Is Hard
Light In The Darkness
Love Is A Silly Thing
Mountain
Not Expecting
Popularity
Self-Esteem
Side By Side
The Big Day
The Four Seasons
The Last Dream
The Old House
The Outsider
The Twelve Chimes Of Death
Tree
Water
Your Secret
High School: 2001-2005
A Blade, A Bottle, And A Gun
A Creative Person
A Field Of Endless Flowers
A Simple Goodbye
Afraid To Tell
Alone With My Knife
And All Of The Faults
And So I Bleed
Being Lonely
Betrayal Of Trust
Between The Mountains And The Sea
Broken
Caring
Differences Keep Us Apart
Flames Of Sorrow
For This Sickness
I Love Thee
I Will Love Again
In A Bed Of Thorns
In The Hollows Of Trees
Just Stop
Knit My Feelings Together
Locked Doors
Loosing My Religion
My Broken Reflection
My Suicide Song
Numb
One By One
Only In A Story
Our Darkness
Reality Check
Rock Therapy
Sacrifice
Scars
Sketch Pad Of Flesh
Small Girl
So Differnt, But Yet So The Same
So Far, So Long, Goodbye
Stripped
Taking Back Forever
Tell This Little Girl
The Black Pen
The Dream World
The Girl With The Ebony Hair
The Modern Romeo and Juliette
The Mountains Will Not Crumble
The Road To Fame
The Street Artist
They Say
Too Young
True Beauty
Untilmately Alone
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Untitled #2
Without Pain
Adult: 2005-Present
Changes In Myself
Every Day
Just Another 3A.M.
One Morning
Resent
Scars On My Soul
Shards Of My Former Self
Speak
Stolen Life
Tough As Nails
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