Mountain Lion

Slinks high, leaps across,

Hides upon branches, predator

Yellow slits stare. . . Prey.

Lily

Black freckles blossom

Lime stretched, the white light flowers. . .

Fairy's slumbered dream.

A Soldier's Boots

Terminal,

Lined full even though,

None know for whom we wait.

His boots carry him finally home. . .

Daddy.

Hello

Well hello to anyone who is reading this, this is my first blog and I'd like to tell you a little bit about me and a bit about my blog. First off, my name is Elizabeth Brown and I am seventeen. I have this dream, and some people might think it's silly but I don't, in fact it's one of the few things I take seriously, since I like to joke all the time. I don't really know how to achieve it but I'm going to start with a blog. You see, I want to be a writer. I don't want to be a journalist, not that I'm not good at writing non-fiction articles, I just don't like it. I want to write novels. I want to write novels that become classics and are made into movies and are translated in twelve different languages. Some have asked me why I want to write, and the answer is simple. I want to write because I want to be able to create emotion in people. I want to be able to make them happy or sad, cry or smile, even laugh. I know for a fact that I can do this, but I want the world to see. right now I feel like I'm a small child in a big world, and I'm trying to scream out but no one can hear me. Please, help me get my message out to the world. . . .

Thank You,
Elizabeth G. Brown