Chuuuuuuuuuuuut... c'est une surprise :P

Todo cambia. Algo se va y ya no vuelve, Algo vuelve y jamás se va. Lo que el agua se llevó lo devolvio el viento. Pero el fuego se apagó.

This is a short story about the fictional first lady of doo wop and rock and roll in the early 1950's. Her name was Susan Williams. She was a woman of strong faith, and when you read this story, I am sure that you will find that out! :

The first chapter of "Last Christmas". In the first chapter, it's just describing the Johnson's life without their mom in the picture. It's still a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it.

This is what i came up with lisen to keep bleedn cause i was cleaning out my old music

Brianna has fell in love with Lucas, He doesn't love her but they are friends. Tempers Flair as she decides to pick between love and common sense P.S this is not true, the boys name was changed

This is a little thing that I wrote and it makes my English teacher want me to write more of it. I don't know what they call these but I would like to know please. Send me an email if you know what these are called. Thanks!

This is another sad poem. Thanks for reading it!

This is a sad poem that I made for my mom. I love you mom. Hope you enjoy.

Random feelings of a girl who's slightly not all there, and up way too late. This is just maybe, 1/17th of the full product. Don't hate. Rated M for mature content.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life and what I think of it.

All of my poems reflect on my life. And what I think of it.