When I was Young When I was young I learned of two roads in a wood I did not believe to be yellow, for it was a coward's color, made of caution and weariness. But I was put before the roads, and made to choose. Until I plowed forward, creating a third. When I was … Continue reading When I Was Young
*I'm not giving up on my letters, I just had to get this poem out* What Happened She said not to use I or very, or stuff, thing was useless and it all led to excuses, and a terrible rhyme. So he drew it in the sand, and left it for everyone to find only … Continue reading What Happened?
To My 9th Grade Spanish Teacher, I know this will never reach you. I don't even think you work at my high school anymore; so many teachers have come and gone, but I wanted to write and thank you. I wanted to thank you because you gave me something special that no one else gave … Continue reading #26: To My 9th Grade Spanish Teacher