It's pretty self-explanatory. Just a group of random poems, ranging from the meaning of life, to the beauty of autumn. WARNING: Many of these poems are very sappy and/or cringy. Read at your own risk!

What would happen if all the fairytale characters switched roles with their villains? Snow White as the Evil Queen, Robin Hood as the sheriff of Nottingham, Humpty Dumpty as...well I don't know. Would anyone notice the switch? Would anyone care? Who did it? Who could save it? Would the world ever go back to how it used to be?

My take on the Will Against the Odds competition. I hope you enjoy!

This is a collection of poems about truth, what it's like to be in someone else's shoes, and the problems with our society.

Poetry can be written for many things. Beauty. Ugliness. Happiness. Sadness. Love. Hate.

He looked at her with a dark intensity in his brown eyes. "What makes you think you're so much better then the rest of us?" He asked stepping towards her. She tried to back away, but couldn't move; she couldn't tear her eyes away from his gaze. "Not now," Tamara desperately tried to change the topic. "I-um," Emerson stammered. "Just because you alter your appearance doesn't mean you're any different from us. Next time ask your rich daddy for the top brand contacts," he muttered as he turned to walk away. "I'm not wearing contacts!" I defended, trying to hide my lie, and crossing my arms over my chest. "Next time you lie, make it more convincing. Come on Tamara," he said not looking back. ~*~*~*~*~*~* Enter Emerson Paige; not your typical high school teen. Walking through the halls, she tries to ignore the stares and whispers of her being a stain. Not only is her firey orange red hair unique, but her purple eyes create a unique profile. It's like a giant target on her back separating her from society. Her parents are ashamed and keep trying to alter her appearance to make her 'normal'. The only thing keeping her sane is her best friend Tamara. But then she goes missing, and Emerson begins to wonder how much more she can take before she explodes. Can she find her best friend and come to terms with who she is, or will everything she treasures crumble as she continues to run from herself and the truth?