Reflect Stories

This is a topic I never thought I'd delve into so early. I'm only a few steps into my teenagehood? Teenageship? Teenageness? Even now as I'm writing this, I don't feel qualified to speak on behalf of the musical community. However, my set of circumstances makes some things I'm experiencing unique to me. So, it can't hurt to offer my two cents about the world of classical music and all the good and bad and colorful it embodies.

Give me a shot! My poetry

Phil Collen reflects on his past secret relationship with Steve Clark one year after his passing. One-shot by request!

Did You Know? That there is Somebody who knows you more than you do? Yes, there are times when we don't seem to know ourselves, So we try to "discover"... We try to "create" We try to figure out. On we go, learning new trends... "Making life happen" Then we become weary Tired of the journey We go back to being confused Then we ask, "What's wrong?" No answer comes. That is because there is something we have missed, Something we forgot, Or did not know at all... That there is Somebody, Who knows us best, Even more than we do.

This book will always be updating since its a collection of my short stories; I will be uploading them as when I write them, all the stories will have different themes so they are not connected and whenever I upload a new story it will be the complete one. Hope you guys like them (: Enjoy !!

Another collection of poems, but this time I can place them.

This is the first time publishing my writing. Enjoy these short poems and writings to reflect on.

"With everything you've told me about how shit was supposed to go down, would you go through it again? You know, if you weren't forced to?" "Honestly?" I take a breath, "I'd relive it a thousand times over." ~~~ Many people have fond memories of their high school experience that they reminisce on with old friends. This is not the case for soon-to-be college senior, Gwendolyn Thomas. Still bitter towards the people from her past, she finds herself having to relive the best and worst years of her life.

Life is an empty book Lonesome in its Bland Market For from the first word Are bloods pen dashes across it Lost in the sea of red Sail across it.

Do you ever wish someone would of told you certain things when you were becoming a teenager? Some one asked me a simple question once. If you could write a letter to your 14 year-old self, what would it say? Well this is what it would say and what I wish someone would of told me when I was an early teen.

Just short thoughts/poems/whatever pops into my head. These are unfiltered, so they will be strange. There will NOT be any cussing or inappropriate topics. Enjoy!

A different perspective on giving.

A heartfelt piece about watching people come and go, and learning that sometimes peace is found in standing alone...