Genre Poetry. Page - 212
Winter is a season that let the seeds sleep for a while and come back with full energy in the spring. Winter nights can stir the love feelings in front of a fire place or in the chilly lawns bloomed with flowers of winter season. I can feel the rich gift of nature in winter season only. So these poems are.
-“I love you,” uttered from his lips.
-Her teary response. “I hate you.”
- No Name 2
This is the first book I have made of my morbid poetry and short stories. Within these pages are contained the powerful words and thoughts of a teenager through the ages of junior high to high school. Contained within these pages are the words to show the world a taste of the lonely teenage road, and to show the world how hard being a teenager can truly be.
I began writing actively in my 6th grade year, and have been writing ever since. It is my lifestyle and my lifeblood. It's what helps keep me going every day and what helps relieve me of all my pent-up emotions. This is just a taste of what I went through from 6th grade to my senior year of high school (for that is the time frame that these particular pieces take place in).