short poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34

By Lyric Gibson He called himself Blackbird. Actually, he could have sworn by the books that it was his real name. He even had it tattooed across his upper arm with jet black ink. Not only did he request to be called that instead of his government name, but he did well to live up to what some might call goth, or in his case, a total freak.

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost

"I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you are going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you." -C. Joy Bell C.