When me and my brother never go along, my mother would always say "never wrestle with a pig." She never meant that my siblings and me were pigs.
By Kierra Maron3 years ago in Poets
To get away from the world and zone out I lock myself into my room and turn up my music. It was either Real Country 97.9 or various artists.
By Kierra Maron3 years ago in Beat
Have you ever been outside on a sweaty hot day? And you bring out the lemonade. And the sun is shining bright and happy like outside.
The wind blew in my long brown hair, as we sailed in storm. My father had insisted that I come along to know how to keep up the family business, so that one day I'll take over.
By Kierra Maron3 years ago in Families