My name is Erin Marin Bramblett, I am fourteen years old and will be a sophomore in high school. I have always loved writing, but I'm afraid I'm not very good yet. I'm trying to improve my skills as an author of different types of literature (poetry being
+ more bio informationAugust StormDancing through imagination,Taunting me with their illumination.Flickering silently in the night,They spark in and out of sight.Despite the sleepy, creeping yawn,I padded quickly across the lawn.Futile efforts to be discreteWere betrayed by grass beneath my feet.Like a torch to aid my quest,Fighting on to giver he... More..
Lonely CrowLonely Crow calls in the night.The lonely crow fills you with fright.Crossing your path when expected least,You hide your face from the feathered beast.Wings of pitch and eyes to match,The ancient witch leaves your breath to catch.He wants some company, always need more,His solitary search turned a perpetual chore.... More..
I saunter homeward withConfidence in my stride.Day is waning and night isCreeping in on me likeA tiger on its prey.Dark woods surround meAnd an evil sound is heard.My heart stops with my breathingAnd my step as I listenIntensely through the silence.A crack, a whine, two greenSpheres glow ominous from theShine of my flashlight... More..
FamilyFamily should be a refuge,A place to go when things get tough.They could help when there's a delugeOf troubles, and fears and things that are rough.But of course today,In our modern homes,Single parents find a new wayTo anchor a child who roams.No longer are families sacredLarge, together or close.Across the nations the... More..
Frustrations driving me to the brinkNo time to talk, no time to think.I speak with no one, and sit alone.Never do I answer my telephone.Somberly, heavily, I walk to the cabinet,I feel lighter as I see the bottles of pills.Reaching for the prescription from the doctor I met,I was hit with a series of pains and chills.Strugglin... More..
Beauty's Hiding PlaceBeauty is natural and special and good.It's not plastic or metal but everything else.The powerful oak trees in a thick forest,The youth and innocence of a child,The rushing river down a mountainsideDuring the spring thaw.Beauty is poetry and imagination.Without imagination and creativity,Without appreciat... More..
The wonderful thing about fairy tales,Is that you can do anything you wish.You can sail the seas with silken sails,Or thrust your powerful wings with a loud, rushing, swish.A good fairy tale has kind romance,With lovers and innocence that's true.Through the starry skies you can dance,And fall into a love that is new.Adventure... More..
Barring people from entering same sex marriages because of either legal or religious prejudices in not only wrong, but immoral and unjust. This is simply another form of discrimination against a minority with views separate from the majority. Americans claim themselves as modern, open people, yet the hypocrisy of this lays in... More..
His AcceptanceEveryone I've loved has disappointed me.There's no longer anyone to help me see.I stumble blindly through lifeAnd take indignantly all the troubles and strife.No one can accept me as I am now,They try to change me and mold me somehowTo be what they think I shouldAnd treat me like I need them and always would.I t... More..
Autumn NightsA reverence is instilledBeneath an autumnal skyAs your body is chilledWith the wind's whispered lullabyIt seems the very essence and goalOf the air so crisp and cleanTo refresh a weary soulWith humility so keenYour spirit rejuvenated, enlived this nightFree to roam the starry skiesLet go into the twinkling of lig... More..
Erin Bramblett
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