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Haha, It's alright. I think it's amazing that I can post all my little poems into one thread!

XD, I was so confused when I clicked my poem! I'm sitting in my chair like, " What? ". Thank you very much, it was very kind of you!

We've come so far. When flutes couldn't do things and that left us torn. When the saxophone couldn't toot its horn. That's when our music was born. When trumpet wasn't jazzy. When tuba wasn't snazzy. When the snare drums sounded somewhat spazzy. When the clarinets were lost. and when losing one...

I love band, yet, hate football games!

It's a long story. It's over now yet the scares remain. Thus my poetic essence remains from the dark days. Yet it will be overcome by joy, pride, and happiness. :D

I agree, yet I've always been crazy bad at them. I try really hard to correct it, reading each line with care. I started writing last year, it was an assignment in L.A. We were told to write a 30 page book. The website however, only let us use 12 pages. I was so upset that I was going to prove...

Well if you don't try you fail 100% right? I read fantasy, my grammar is just as bad as my spelling. I'm writing a book. I'm a 13 year old girl. I play alto saxophone and I focus around poetry that describes how I feel.

We went to the park today and I got on my Kindle and finished my book! :)

I don't think it's sad, I look forward everyday to coming onto this site! XD

Life is scary, life is hard, life will play you like a card. Life is complex, life is broad, life can even be flawed. Life is amazing, life is great, even if you realized a little late. :)

The child inside beams, with life and energy she teems. The adult within says no don't go, your energy is critically low. The pain I feel says go run free, as long as you forget about me. You bully me online, this happens all the time, you deny, you lie, you push me down, shove me around, but I...

By that I meant I didn't want to see other people be happy because it reminded me how damaged, broken I was. I've looked up now that's just a poem of me being rejected, I show it off, I don't quite know why but I now think of how content I am and it makes me think of how I will never go there again.

I love writing/reading, yet, I'm terrible at spelling and grammar. XD

It was more of a some what happy accident, I remember a lot about the first two, I was in my room laughing and saying " No not the kitchen! ". It's a LONG story. XD

I am a reject, that is known. All of my emotions, are very prone. I try not to cry, because I am shy. I may start to be alone, so I will not be prone. To the happiness of everyone else, the hand that life has delt. From what I am told, I should fold. Tales of the rejected Sonataro ~~~ Sonataro I...

remixing the cup song to fit my story XD it's amazing sheer happiness.

Well, I'm a female who is interested in writing. I've been scraping together a book in my free time. It's nothing serious, but, it makes me smile and isn't that all we can ask for when writing/reading?

The awkward teenager who can ONLY express herself while writing.

We ALL have that one book series we read COMPLEATLY out of order! Mine is Kristen Whites paranormal books, the ones with Viv and Evie. Haha!:D

They've sparked my fire and I've relied on experiences and everything, but I found the perfect thing before I fell asleep! I jumped onto my computer elated by the idea I had. Writers block, the one word that can upset any writer.