Mirror, Mirror on the wall...

I hate that even though you treat me like this, I'm still falling for you. I still want you, I still need you, no matter what. It's true about what they say about first loves...

Pretty simple. A girl is put under more and more pressure. Written a while ago, but only uploaded now.

Three collective poems turned into one poem. The first one is about how I feel about the situation; the second one is about how one of my exfriends feels, and the third is about how my boyfriend feels.

This is perhaps the most accurate of the poems that I will upload today. It describes how lowly I feel whenever he pretends to not know that I exist.

A pathetic obsession for the guy I truly loved

This is just one of my views on life. Please read the authors note at the end, because I explain what my poem means. Please Review!

My Guardian, my love, my life.

An Ars Poetica, a Dash of humor, let simmer for one minute, and have a chuckle.

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Your spiders have caught me in an intricate web...

I tried to read his mind.

I wrote this three years ago. but some of its concepts still apply to me.

Love seems to be the strangest thing....a little drabble that I came up with in the middle of exams; somewhat cynical, actually

This short poem is about how school tears us apart and groups us. I know I don't like it, and if people would listen to this poem, they'd meet new people.

in this cage, i sit and stare, it isnt right, it isnt fair. this gives pleasure to some, for me, death wont come...

the bluest eyes you'll ever see, and hair so brown with power. when she left, i talked to her, and called her my sunflower

What does Pandora think of her own actions? Not a poem, even though it looks like one.

[Authors Anonymous] we're alcoholics in our own sense, us that write

And here is what he said....

Sometimes I no longer fit within myself

A poorly constructed poem about a boy I used to know, see but do not speak to now, and will eventually forget.

Ever have one of these days?

Just something that popped into my head one day. Not my best work, but I like it all the same.

Bite me, O angel of darkness...