Essays


The Murderous Motives Within Oryx and Crake


Poems


​Bedroom

My bed, messy…blue and white.
My sister’s bed, messy, only white.
One has a blanket, the other doesn’t,
random crap sits underneath both.
 
Two windows and a cool looking forest decor.
The nightstand, white, with a Bible and candles,
and a calendar
and notebooks
and pencils
more notebooks,
and some hair ties, and tissues,
my retainer…
oh look! My glasses!

The drawers sit
across   from   the   bed
shirts
pants
backpack and textbooks on the top.

Laundry bin to the right of the drawers: no dirty clothes

Desk chair to the right of that: piled with dirty clothes
Laundry basket with clean clothes: NEEDS TO BE DONE
 
the desk is average.

     ALL MY BOOKS AND ALBUMS AND ANIME FIGURINES
             

                              my earrings and perfume

hair straighteners     ball of yarn    MIRROR     a mess    more mess     cute coffee cup!

Sister’s Junk

My Junk

Sister's Junk

My Junk



​A Late Night Ramble over Coffee

To be honest, I don’t know when I saw

my friend as more than just a friend. He seems

clueless about my crush, but never asks

if I have one. Perhaps in June, maybe

before, was when I fell for his boy charms.


Why do I like him? Cause, he’s kind, and smart

and funny, did I mention great with kids?

He’s loves photography and art, he sings

off key with radio songs, knowing full well

he can sing good! He’s outgoing, polite…

sorry, am I rambling too much again?

Sophie

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East Fork:

A Journal of the Arts​​