Hi. I'm Andrea and I'm 14 years old. I've been writing for about 3 years and love to write fantasy.

sometimes in the morning, waiting for the bus to come rambling down our lakeside road, i start to think about little phrases that appear in the cluttered, white walled room that i call my mind. my best friend CJ kinda helpes me with this, in his unknowing little ways.

hopefully i get some pieces up soon.

           
          snowflakes.
      unique, dare devils,
    slipping, swirling, pivoting.
  woeful tears desending from the heavens,
         snowflakes.

i know that it's not that good but it takes time to come up with something unique.

so yesterday, while i was in art class, we were to draw a big, happy sunflower. when i looked up at the picture.. i started to feel this intense feeling of depression.. so a poemish thing, out of no where, poped into my head.

The sensation of happiness,
spiralling helplessly
into a black-hole,
called depression.

i liked it.. tell me what u think