“The light is green!” doesn’t seem to matter. My mom yells to the car in front of her, “What’s holding you back?” Slowly, our car moves...

when your house isn't a home you sometimes have nowhere to go when your house isn't a home you’re continuously searching for someone to...

hey guys, I decided I'm going to drop some of my works of poetry here that I've been writing since I was 15, I'm almost 19 now to give...