Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I watch the Eruptions. Mount Dad, long dormant, now considered armed and dangerous. Mount Saint Mom, oozing lava, spitting flame. Warn the villagers to run into the sea.

I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.

Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.

The constitution does not recognize different classes of citizenship based on time spent living in the country. I am a citizen, with the same rights as your son, or you. As a citizen, and as a student, I am protesting the tone of this lesson as racist, intolerant, and xenophobic.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.