Amber Jones

A poem in remembrance of who we are and what we have endured as a country, but that the worst sometimes brings out the best in people and brings us together.

Just a thought provoking story about the personified figure of midnight, the darkest hour of the night.

The job of your feet is to walk, but their hobby is to dance

That girl behind me in the halls...do you know her?

Those things that affect our decisions, our thoughts and who we are in general. What would you do if you suddenly lost hold of them all?

A little girl dreams of being normal, but wakes up to the cold harsh reality.

We all have people that mean something to us, but what exactly do they mean to you?

We all play that game, we know we can't fix what's happened, but we still say: "If only..."

We all have friends (even best friends), but do they always know how much you truly care about them? Just because they aren't always with you, doesn't mean they stop thinking about you and vice versa.

What is loneliness like? How does it feel to be devoured by it and totally lost to its grip?

Would you rather be severely ignored or quite simply forgotten?

The people who constantly criticize you, are they actually helping?