Just a whole bunch of underwhelming poems, enter at your own risk. Here you will find the progression of my self-expression, truly an odd, beautiful, humorous thing to see.
This is one of those masses of writing that takes a formless, blob-type shape. It has no real purpose or story, no intention, no hidden agenda, just the rhyming ramblings of a teen girl growing into a woman. In it's ever-growing glory, this book of poems will likely never end, and unfortunately only features amateur work from as far as five years back.
So laugh it up, cry it up, do what you will with it. I ask only that you don't judge me, and keep in mind I am only a little crazy.