By Alex Fosnaugh The first time I saw you,  I felt a gentle tug.  There was a string Pulling me closer.  Inviting me in Wanting me to know you.  The second time I met you, I felt a calm familiarity.  That tug became dragging,  The gentle pulling became a lasso.  The string began to loop around us.  The third time I met you,  I was expecting it.  Because by that point  You were mine.  The string had tied a knot,  All we needed to do was reach out And interlock our hands.

A poem by Josiah Findley I'm so confused, understanding not met The answers I seek pull further away There are so many thoughts I cannot forget. My feelings falling in some sort of debt Where hope feels beyond the bay I'm so confused, understanding not met My mind flies through thoughts like a jet Each one hurts more day by day There are so many thoughts I cannot forget. My fingers disappeared, the fog has set My hands feel numb reaching through dismay I'm so confused, understanding not met...

Creative Writing Piece by Anonymous Class starts tomorrow, and I’m a bit nervous. There are quite a few things I have yet to wrap up,...