Welcome to my site!  By visiting it, you have just taken the
first step on the Alpine Path, the road to fame and glory.
This page is for young writers to display their work and read
others.  I have links to good Internet sites that accept 
work as well.  

 And a little bit about me.  I have wanted to be a writer since I was 7.  
You can see some of my work here.  Now come in and
begin your climb where you can "write upon its shining scroll,
a woman's humble name."

The Fringed Gentian

Lift up, thy dewy fringed eyes,
Oh, little Alpine flower,
The tear that trembling on them lies
Has sympathetic power
To move my own, for I, too, dream
With thee of distant heights
Whose loftly peaks are all agleam
With rosy dazzling lights.

Who dreams of wider spheres revealed
Up higher near the sky
Within the valley's narrow field
Cannot content lie.
Who longs for mountain breezes rare
Is restless down below
Like me for stronger, purer air
Thou pinest, too, I know.

Where aspirations, hopes, desires
Combining fondly dwell,
Where burn the never-dying flowers
Of Genius' wonderous spell.
Such towering summits would I reach
Who climb and grope in vain,
Oh, little flower, the secret teach
The weary way make plain.

When whisper blossom in thy sleep
How I may upward climb
The Alpine Path, so hard, so steep
That leads to heights sublime.
How I may reach that far-off goal
Of true and honored fame
And write upon it's shining scroll
A woman's humble name.

                         -author unknown

My Poems

Someone

i am filled with You
you haunt my dreams at night
fill my thoughts all day
you continue to follow me like a determined dog.

go away!
you've caused me so much heartbreak already! 
i am just beginning to heal,
but this is opening up the sores again.

don't look at me!
i can't bear to see your eyes,
so warm and soft and lighted up with love in my dreams,
now cold and distant.

everytime i see you,
i feel like my heart's being dug out by the roots.
You're ripping down my carefully-built guard
as if it were a house made from cards.

you don't know what you're doing to me!
you evoke so much emotion in my heart
with a single glance.

my world is tumbling to pieces
because of my love.
my pain is slowly taking over
because i know i'm not good enough.

i swore i was in charge of my life.
then you found my heart,
and settled in.



Thunderstorm

The sky turns dark
And the rain pours down
Splashing and splattering on the sidewalk
And laughing at the people running every which-way,
Afraid of a little rain.
The thunder rumbles
Like a purring cat
And a large one at that.
A slash of lightning 
Splits the sky in two
The whole world must light up!
Even if only for a split second.
I sit in my cosy house
As the thunder keeps roaring,
And the lightning keeps flashing,
And the wind keeps howling,
And the rain keeps pouring,
Feeling safe and secure out of the storm
Yet wishing I was out there with it.




The Write Links

Young Writer's Clubhouse:
The Quill Society:
The Faerie Mists:
The Young Writers Club: