The noises and sounds I hear at night,
the wind rustling through the leaves.
Flowing past the tallest trees.
The night owl hooting as I catch its sight.
It stares at me then takes its flight.
Some noises I hear grip me in unease
strikes fear in me to a certain degree.
As I walk home, I see a flashing light
held by a man, that yelled, ”come here, you!”
When I ran from him, he quickly followed.
As I was running, I saw down the street,
A boy from school I closely knew.
Once I approached my friend, the man behind slowed,
then the strange man turned around to flee.
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Jessica Baatz
Hi everyone! My name is Jess.
I have many talents, my favorite is easy to guess.
reading is fun,
but writing is the hobby that's number one.
expressing visions and sights to see
and emotions, I've experienced that have lead me to be
stronger and independent,
wiser and free,
more expressive than I used to be.
I write about fears
though I'm rarely scared.
I write about fallen tears
as I let out the sadness, my make up tends to smear
I write about love, but don't we all?
everyone dreams of that person we adore
that never fails to strike us in awe.
I write short stories that may exercise your imagination
and poems that you can relate to through visualization.
I even write plays
that have a modern tone, but a touch of the olden days.
for me it gives me the chance to share
with each and every creative person, any where and every where.
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Hi everyone! My name is Jess. I have many talents, my favorite is easy to guess. reading is fun, but writing is the hobby that's number one. expressing visions and sights to see and emotions, I've experienced that have lead me to be stronger and independent, wiser and free, more expressive than I used to be. I write about fears though I'm rarely scared. I write about fallen tears as I let out the sadness, my make up tends to smear I write about love, but don't we all? everyone dreams of that person we adore that never fails to strike us in awe. I write short stories that may exercise your imagination and poems that you can relate to through visualization. I even write plays that have a modern tone, but a touch of the olden days. for me it gives me the chance to share with each and every creative person, any where and every where.