Both were written around Christmas. I really should get down to writing moar.

"Night Air"--December 24th, 2012

Night swirling colours in the fireplace,

violet, navy,…

Here's an except from our book and a concept drawing done by Gethin.

I remember the day I pulled on my first Canaan kit. It was number 47, Alain Plante. It still fit Gabe, he just…

On Saturday Bryn and I were on the tube returning home after going out for lunch. There was a young boy sitting across from us with his grandmother. After about five minutes of him staring at us,…

Hello there, everyone.

I am Jennifer, and I am 15 years old, (for…

Hello everyone,

Wow...Wild Minds has been buzzing with activity lately! I remember when I first joined I was lucky to see a post once a week on here. Now there are multiple posts every day,…

So...It's been awhile. I'm Jennifer, and I'm 15 years old. (There are new people on this site, it appears, so I shall introduce myself again. :P) And what I really want to talk about today are two…

So simple the expectation

I realize as it is annulled

The dream came true, I tell myself

And focus on believing it.

After years of longing, even craving for…

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.

You are only coming through in waves.

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child…

 I've been doing a lot of thinking. When people use the word "introvert" to describe me, I get really sensitive. Why are words like "weird" and "introverted" negative to most people (myself)? I'm…

I'm back. :P

So, basically I just related living with MD to drowning in a deserted ocean with no one there…

Lights. Camera. Action.

Huge crowd cheering my name, security guards all around me, people asking me for an autograph or a picture. I go home, and find my best…

Last night I told my mom about everything. I tried to start it off as no big deal, but naturally, I ended up crying and saying stuff that didn't even make sense.

She was really nice about…

Right now I feel like I just want to curl up in my bed and be forgotten. To much is expected of me. To much is expected of what I do. 

Why do I have to goto to college? To get a…

                Inspiration. I’m constantly asked “What inspires you to write?”, whether it is by an online quiz or an actual person. I am then expected to answer the question in one to two…

I write a lot of poetry, and this one is about a particular boy I liked only for his looks. I knew almost from the start that he was  a bit of a 'bad kid'. He does drugs and alcohol…