Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.

Homework Is Not An Option. My Bed Is Sending Out Serious Nap Rays. I Can't Help Myself. The Fluffy Pillows And Warm Comforter Are More Powerful Than I Am. I Have No Choice But To Snuggle Under The Covers.

When People Don't Express Themselves, They Die One Piece At A Time.

Gym Should Be Illegal. It's Humiliating.