Many of my classes when I was younger were easy but challenging. I had a rigourous schedual starting at 7:00 am and continuing through to 3:30pm. In this last year, I even took AP and Honors classes in US History and English. Literature and History have always been my favorite classes. Below you can read two poems I wrote in English class.
Never Go Home

I feel like leaving. Like flying away and never coming back. Like I want to jump off some roof and catch the wind under my dreams and soar away to some small highway restaurant and drinking really strong coffee to wash down my eaten pride. I could leave my problems behind and pretend to be a lover. I could have one night stands and beg for cash on street corners. And I could just hitchhike across the world forever and sleep in roach-infested motels and truck-stop inns and dream of what my childhood used to be like, when I was home.
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Stay You Forever

Without you I feel lost and alone. Without you I would spend axious days and insomniatic nights watching-waiting-searching for that anti-climactic fairy talke ending. You are what makes me insane and who drives me back down again. I respect how you see through (but don't break down) my apathetic front and subtlely deflect my stoic satirisms. You stick with me through my phases and love me thoroughly and deeply. No matter how much I push you away and yell at you and scream,fight,argue,storm off, cry, slam the door, bear the cold shoulder, you frustrate me and you just make me so A-N-G-R-Y sometimes, but I still love you. Stay you forever and I promist to keep changing to keep up with you. Teach me how to love and grow and impress and express and mature and look at your life and see the real meaning in it all. MoM, teach me how to see the same in mine.

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