Don't fall into a puddle That will turn to metal Because you will no longer be That perfect little frog. written by Evelyn Creon

Often I've sat in thought Wondering of you, Your beauties and imperfections All make the perfect you. written by Evelyn Creon

June is coming in, The air is saying so. You feel I in the wind And in the ground you sow. June is bursting past; The flowers all agree....

Night is falling fast, So all lights should be out. Sleep is near and so are sheep; So off in slumber you will Keep, Until the sun does...

There are mountains and hills, Volcanoes and ash. And they all go together Just like leaves, trees, and grass. written by Evelyn Creon

The bottomless pit, in it I lie Waiting for it to dry. But never once has a drop of water Even dared touch it's sides So in it I'll now...

I don't remember when I don't remember why I only remember ten I only remember a fly And for some reason That was enough To get me...

Today I cried. Today was bad. Today I cried, From a broken heart. How can it be Love is so cruel? Now that your gone what can I do? Today...

The blossoms are out, yes. The leaves are now appearing. The grass is turning green. The flower buds are blooming. The birds are all...

Long brown locks fall down your back. Deep brown eyes near your crown. Lips that have a hint of pink. Cheeks that blush like a beet....

Your voice is my comfort For when I am feeling blue. Your smile is the sunshine, On my miserably gray days. Your eyes are precious jewels...

Your hands are stained with grease, From all the mechanical work. Your hands are roughed and calloused, From all the weather and the...

My head is spinning in rounds, At every idea of you. I am feeling a little bound; Like were stuck together like glue. Thrown together in...

Author's Note: You get to decide the sex of the character, and the setting that the character is in. Prompt #2 Why am I hear, what is the...

Author's Note: Although I get a lot of little bits of inspiration that I turn into a story idea or a writing prompt. I have never...

The sun has gone The moon took over The bright blue sky was overcome With night and stars But in the morning when the sun returns Then...

written by Evelyn Creon "Pollyanna," cried her mother, "You were told you are not allowed to grab stuff out of your brother's hands."...

Next to me you stand, Wanting to hold my hand. But I deny you once or twice. You then no longer hold the dice. written by Evelyn Creon

The fog comes sweeping through the terra, Drowning out unwanted noise. And like a blanket, the earth it covers; Hiding her a little...

A short Story written by Evelyn Creon Dropping the last chunk of frozen fruit into the blender’s pitcher, I picked up the milk carton and...