Our country's bird, A beauty it be; It stands for The stars and stripes, Of liberty. written by Evelyn Creon

Author's Note: The joy of having sisters is absolutely amazing. I would never not want another one. The crazy things we do together are...

Author's Note: This poem was inspired by a prompt I read about writing a happy poem. Your smile is sunshine, Fills the whole room. It's...

Author's Note: To all the people who understand what it's like when you lose your blanket at night. Tossing and turning, Around I wrapped...

Passion and death, Two combined Mixed within A writer's mind. Short on time, And endless visions That assemble together, Cast...

Author's Note: Inspired by the picture I am using for this blog post. I have never experienced dreaming about my own death but I know...

Author's Note: Yesterday I had the opportunity to drive through Glenwood Canyon with my family. It was beautiful. the beauty of the...

Author's Note: Inspired by a road trip to the Rocky mountains. One of the many scenes of an exciting road trip. Fields of gold Fly past...

Author's Note: We often forget that reading the old classic books and learning from our mistakes are what help us become a holder of...

Author's Note: Today's post was inspired by the things we forget about. This poem only skims the top of what a lot of us forget....

I opened the door. Dusk had just started to fade away into a grayish black. I had left my backpack in the car and needed something in it....

My heart fell from his hands hitting the ground shattering into a thousand pieces. "Nnnoooo," I cried, " You dropped it! How could you do...

Chocolate The beauty of Dark, creamy, Melt in the mouth Deliciousness. Chocolate Perfect for when Writing, reading, Or watchin' a movie,...

Up went I to the highest floor Of some random building That once was adored. I there stopped To catch my breath When I fell out a window...

Author's Note: Inspired by the endless dance parties my siblings, cousins, and I have in the kitchen when the parents are away. Dancin'...

Author's Note: Inspired by the dreams that create artistic dexterity. All art is an interpretation of what the artist sees and feels in...

I sat there on my bed Pluckin ' away at his guitar. The only thing I had left From the memory of grandpa. It's a littl' old, beat up, But...

I threw my fists against the wall. Anger and frustration consumed me. All the emotion I had been holding back poured out. My head felt...

Author's Note: Fear is the uninvited visitor that comes to haunt you. It always comes in the most inconvenient times. And once its there...

My head is yelling at me About all the stupid things I've done. It tells me I'm unworthy For anyone I love. I feel the pain it brings me,...