With everything that goes wrong in life there is one thing that will forever be right. Ink flooding on new sheet of paper, words forming, slipping out from deep within. The harsh world fading away and only the sound of the pen gliding over the paper is heard. Indeed writing what is felt is the only way to last in this world, the only way to stay sane.
As a side note I should say that not everything I write has to do with me so please don't freak out on me when you read a few of these. If you ever want to know the meaning of one of the poems feel free to ask.
Hey, you all should really read Ellen Hopkins books, she has three out right now. Crank, Burned, and Impulse. They are all great books, written in the form of poems. Easy reads and all have been great.
