Above is the line art for my upcoming short story, "Angel Wings and Shiny Things."

My poem got removed because I didn't combine fan art with it. Well, I guess this will have to do. I was tempted to just draw a smiley face, but I might as well publicize a new series.

Below is my poems submission!

“High School” (A stream of Consciousness)

High school…
forever changing growing up, growing down
change… for bad or worse? Good or better?

A place to change ‘safely’
safety, yeah right, Columbine wasn’t safe… What is ‘safe’?
skydiving isn’t safe- you fall, but you fall when you walk!
yet they give us the façade of safety

To prepare us for the ‘adult and professional’ world
do adults always act like they should, act ‘professional and respectable’?
that is all high school is for me, preparation
but that’s another paradox, a loop

Am I REALLY prepared? Is this the kind of preparation I need?
a cage of safety?
heh, ‘safety’, back to that again…

Is THAT what high school taught me?
thinking in circles?

What the teachers, the preachers, the students, the friends
and the media teach are all different
in boldness and shade
some are primary reds and blues
some are black, white, and even gray
The color of me is yet to be found in the bucket of paint
Will high school give me the brush to find it?