“I was five years old when my parents took me to my first piano lesson. I was as excited as any five year old could get about something. My parents really worked hard for the money to pay for my lessons each month, often going without so that I might continue learning. In third grade I picked up the violin for the first time. I played it with nearly as much passion as I did the piano. My music teachers saw in me great potential and guided me well as I grew in my skill. My teachers and parents...

“I was five years old when my parents took me to my first piano lesson. I was as excited as any five year old could get about something. My parents really worked hard for the money to pay for my lessons each month, often going without so that I might continue learning. In third grade I picked up the violin for the first time. I played it with nearly as much passion as I did the piano. My music teachers saw in me great potential and guided me well as I grew in my skill. My teachers and parents...

“I was five years old when my parents took me to my first piano lesson. I was as excited as any five year old could get about something. My parents really worked hard for the money for my lessons each month, often going without some items so that I might continue my learning. In third grade I picked up the violin for the first time. I played the violin with nearly as much passion as I did the piano. My music teachers saw in me great potential and guided me well as I grew in my skill. My teach...

The wind rushed through Winter’s hair as she stood on the prow of the yacht, her silver hair shimmering and glistening in the afternoon sun, as well as from the spay of the ocean. She took a deep breath as she leaned on the railing, leaning out as far as she could. The hood of her sweater was hanging down her back and was partially unzipped, the pink of the shirt underneath showing through. The sun was beaming down on the water and reflecting back up into her pale skin, warming the surface of...

I promise to be there When your heart is torn. I promise to be there When the sparkle leaves your eyes, When your dreams are falling to the floor I promise to be there I promise to tread so carefully As I walk in through the door. I wrap my arms around you, I pull your body close, I whisper gently in your ears As I tell you that I love you. Quietly you cry in my arms, Quietly you shake in my arms, Quietly I hold you I take your tears away. Quietly I hold you As I hug your fears away.

I promise to be there When your heart is torn. I promise to be there When the sparkle leaves your eyes, When your dreams are falling to the floor I promise to be there I promise to tread so carefully As I walk in through the door. I wrap my arms around you, I pull your body close, I whisper gently in your ears As I tell you that I love you. Quietly you cry in my arms, Quietly you shake in my arms, Quietly I hold you I take your tears away. Quietly I hold you As I hug your fears away.

I promise to be there When your heart is torn. I promise to be there When the sparkle leaves your eyes, When your dreams are falling to the floor I promise to be there I promise to tread so carefully As I walk in through the door. I wrap my arms around you, I pull your body close, I whisper gently in your ears As I tell you that I love you. Quietly you cry in my arms, Quietly you shake in my arms, Quietly I hold you I take your tears away. Quietly I hold you As I hug your fears away.

Her fingers tell the most wonderful stories, they write of thoughts that amaze the brightest of minds, Her fingers catch every detail in the eye of her mind, Her stories will bedazzle you, Her poems will enamor you, She speaks of feelings untold, her hearts desires show her deepest thoughts, She show’s her idea’s in the flowing of words which by far out grace mine and that ever can be heard, The poems this girl writes brings a swan to my mind, the beauty of its wings, the grace of its step, o...

“Before class gets out I would like you all to open your notebooks to write down your homework assignment for this weekend,” Mrs. Edwards, the Government class teacher, said. Zack Barter groaned as he flipped open his planner. The groans of the other students could be heard among the rustling of papers. Mrs. Edwards had a nefarious reputation of having you write down an assignment if it was a paper. “I want each of you to write a five page paper on the ancient forms of government that we have...

As the sky turns to night Falling over the quiet city, I stand here staring out over the river. Across the way, I see thousands of tiny stars, All blinking to life, One by one, as if they were lightning bugs out to play. I glance to my left, I hear and see the traveling herds Loud obnoxious braying, As they speed by to and fro. A thunderous sound roars above me, Giving away the presence of the Giant bird with wings that do not move. Seeing these strange anomalies, I wonder to myself… What in ...