Patricia: Love
By Patricia Wood Love is like a flower in my hand,that comes with a stem.The petals so bright and beautiful,like...
Patricia: What Is Life?
By Patricia Wood What is life without anything?love, laughter, family, friends………its nothing.It’s like turning your lives upside down.If we die,...
Patricia: When?
By Patricia Wood When is it my turnto show the world who I am?When can I show themthat I care?The...
Patricia: My, Myself and I
By Patricia Wood Me, Myself and Iunder the moonlit sky.Me, Myself and Iare having apple pie.Shadows as darkas the night….Me,...
Patricia: Boys
By Patricia WoodNovember 2002 Boysare rudeand untrusting.Boysare stupidand like cursing. Someare cute,and someare ugly. Someare tough,or a wimp…like a sissy....
Patricia: I Am
By Patricia WoodNovember 2002 I amsomebody,someone special.I amsomebody,who isn’t scared. I amsomebody,who cannot bear The peoplethat gossipand tell lies. I...
Patricia: Beware of the Night
By Patricia WoodNovember 2002 Bewareof the night,for death will come…Bewareof the night,because it’s tellingyou to run. Beareof the bloodthrough your...
Patricia: My Life
By Patricia WoodNovember 5, 2002 My lifeis crazyand not that simple.It’s evenworse thanhaving a pimple. Lighteningas thickas a belt; the...
Patricia: Someone Special
By Patricia WoodNovember 5, 2002 Someone Specialthat I knowSomeone Special,who plays in the snow. Someone Specialto hold onto… Like the...
Quatieff: Untitled Work
It’s the anger inside that gives me this face.It’s the anger inside that’s taking my place.Then i feel like moving...