You're like air I breathe.

Fall.

A song I wrote for a girl. I felt as though she didn't think of me much. I thought about her all the time, and I wanted her to know. However, she never saw the song. Oh well...

For all I can do to stop time is to wish

“Oh, so you wanted to get candles from me so there would be a nice atmosphere and create a romantic date out of a disaster?” he gushed, squealing like a little girl.“Just for me? That’s one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard!” Laughing, he hugged her.

I'd like you to meet Ian. Ian is healthy, intelligent and terrified of rabbits. Find out what happens in Ian's brain when he encounters a rabbit on the path,and learn about the affects of fear, where it comes from and how darn silly it can make you be.

everything can start again.

The greatest epic of our time! It has it all, the idiotic hero, the ghetto mentor, the cold not so damsel in distress and an evil, evil, EVIL bad guy.

Sometimes we all need help..All i want is to be understood. All I want is to be held and told...I'm cared for.

A poem a wrote for all of my lost poems out there, that i truely wish i has written down!

I'm too weak to be your remedy.

heart ceasing of beating

She could still smell him, feel him. [OneShot]

Telemarketers, they're annoying right? Here's 101 ways to get them to hang up first. Just don't let it come back and bite you in the butt!

The angels were seduced by candies, the angels were packed in gift box

Then I saw your shoes your trademark bright orange converses. Only you would dare to pull a stunt like that while wearing such an appallingly loud colour. [oneshot]

a liar.

My feelings towards spammers on the MySpace bulletin board.

How is it possible that the things that hurt us the most are the things that make us the strongest? The result of writer's block, procrastination, tears, sweat, and experience.

Rapunzel...with a modern twist, and a knight who has to put up with her stubborn, and slightly sefindulged personality.

Which of course, is never a good mixture.

This is an essay thing that I wrote for a magasine contest. It's about wishes, and if I had one wish, without any way whatsoever of multiplying it, what it would be.

Just a girl trying to forget an old friend. oneshot Please Review!

Started out from pondering why my mentees feared death and it turned into something...more.

Letters. That is what they are, letters. Letters that she wrote, to him, when her world was falling apart, but she never gave them to him. Letters that were meant for him, so that she would know, think, that someone was listening to her. Read her letters.