"The sun is back up again, Mere seconds ago it was up as well"

"Dear my sweet love down below,  I touched the moon today It was cold and felt like rock"

"You call to poetry to express yourself  Here I am, begging her to save me"

"Mirror mirror on the wall Why do your embers bore into the dirt searching for a diamond  In my chest."

"I met a boy in late winter"

"But her umbrella doesn’t let you in It refuses the dirt on your clothes, The fake silver on your neck, The stains just barely bleached, The face that tried so hard to be worthy of her."

"My, my, my, lady"

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

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

"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."

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

"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?"