The Violinist

The Girl In The Mirror

I made this poem for all the girl who felt herself was lost in the crowd. I wanted them to love and respect herself, so they would feel no regrets. I hope you enjoy it!

A Love Letter to my Best Friend

I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.

The Day

It's Hailee Windor's 18th birthday. Part of a shooting, she dies on the evening of one of the biggest days of her life thus far. What she doesn't know when she wishes for one more chance to tell her best friend, Brent, that she loves him, is that she will have to wake up tomorrow. And it will be June 6th once again. A...