Hello World,
or minor grouping of friends and family, teehee. I’ve placed part two of White Oaks in the stories folder, and there is a new poem too. And as I know I can rest assured that you will absolutely adore and worship my artistic scope in these small samplings, I shall pass the time by waiting for you comments of devotion and love for my skillza!
… What? 
Am I wrong?
Students in the hall gasped for their football player. The girl that clung to him moments before stumbled back into another chair and abruptly fell into it. Everyone apprehensively waited for the cold stranger to react.
To my own faults I am a coward
Fearing the failures, the future, the fallen crumpled optimistic dreams
Calling for character, for courage, for countless bounty of self-esteem
To my own heart I am sour
To my own mind I am weak
But he battles, he breaks, he bears the burden I alone can not contain
Yet he yearns, he yells, he yanks me from my frustrating pain
To my own self I am broken
To my own soul I will mend