Quetseli

I stare at her. The little girl, standing there beside the forest edge in her dirty, white dress. The white ribbon that ties her dark hair in a ponytail flutters ...

I can't move. It's as if the overgrown, deep green grass patch I stand on has wrapped itself around my feet, forcing me to stare at the eerie yet beautiful ...

When I feel myself waking, my mind is in a fog. As if the deep mist has fallen over it, clouding, and making it hard for my thoughts, my memories, ...

This is related to the shorts I've been writing lately. It is how I would really make it out if it were written in novel style and the shorts just ...

I wrote this for a math class. Yeah, poems for math. But it's because the date is soon to be 3/14, hence Pi(3.14). So it Pi Sunday or Saturday. We ...

This isn't one of my best, but I just started making a poem about the events in both the book and movie of Alice in Wonderland. I don't mind crits, ...

You people never understand meYou people only hateYou people taunt and teaseAnd laugh in my faceYou people never see meYou people just walk passYou people bumb me in the hallwayAnd ...

The clock ticks by seconds, the sound exploding in my ears like cannons. The seconds seemed slow and minutes seemed longer. Master sits at his desk, looking grim faced. A ...