Alexander

There’s not many people in the world like me They all stop and stare without a word Perhaps you can call me Alexander Because I don’t stop anymore Even if it’s Christmas I work towards a goal I have Because how can life matter If I don’t complete what's important? I work non-stop, I try … Continue reading Alexander

Why I write

there's no greater movement inside of me than when their faces shine bright from something I've created from nothing the something may make me cry make me fall into self-doubt but there's beauty from the pain the beauty brings smiles onto people's faces the smiles give me a rushed feeling the rushed feeling beckons me … Continue reading Why I write

Jealous writers

There was always one name we could remember without wanting to. For me, that was Harry. Harry was the type of student who walked into class and slouched in his chair. He didn’t say much before or after class. He was usually one of the first to leave. But during class, he was a star. … Continue reading Jealous writers