Writing

I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)

All times my heart has

Broken into pieces

More often than not you will find language will bow for you

Put your palms on a notebook you filled as a child and with enough intention the push will bring up sentences and phrases you'd forgotten

In my history class we are doing a unit on: why to study history. I am very interested in the subject and chose to write an essay for my final project. Please enjoy...

One sentence, they wrote, and a hundred fingers set to keys and responded.

It's that time of year again

where some "news" are formed

and some "olds" are forgotten.

The faces of friends

become familiar again,

while last year's math formulas

do not.

We come together

I creeped through the doorway;

Looking over Mom’s shoulder to find my

Daily dose of everyone's obituary.

Each vine of life is

Frail and cradled by the lava of metal