"Pointy heads and fluffy bodies; Needles shoot like a hedgehog."

"This poem revolves around a word I created: Bellmittere."

"If only the apartment hadn’t been in the middle of a shaggy forest."

"Your smiling eyes haunt me"

"Failed, Failed, Failed Yet the giant still managed to lift the pen."

"My mother smiled while she told me I had curly hair when I was young..."

“Little girl, / You were made for / more / than they say you were."

"Fall backward, spring forward All wish for longer days."

"A snowy fortress awaits me."

“I need Wi-Fi to survive!”

This poem explores the balance between driving safety and the temptation to speed.

"Sam was not a morning person. In fact, mornings were his worst enemy."

"How many millennia have they fought For the earth to reach the heavens?"

"Pillowy creatures of the sea With silk strips draped across their form, Beautiful, soft, lovely, warm."

"I yearn to move past these hues, brightening my walk behind me. As much as I hope for a change—a change to let me be accepted."

"Oh gentle warrior, why is your hand crimson red?"

The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...Well, sort of.

I still could not fully accept it. She’s gone. 

Today, we call these men Fukushima heroes. Today, some of them live no more.

Amber drops drip down for me. Encapsulate me in all your glory.