Alice has returned to Wonderland. But things are different there now.

A short poem related to death. I'll let you figure the rest out for yourself. Please review!

Just my randomness with poetry. : ) Warning! Some are very depressing! Hey everyone, for those who like to read stories as well, i recommend my friend, Ghostlingx. They have some really great stories they are writing.

I am the monster under your bed, my name is Helgo I'm not in your head- About a monster that eats nightmares ***COPYRIGHT (C) AMS 2013***

Dive into another world where silence rules, and learn the two different types of silence. Very short, at the end is what I intended this to be.

The death of the legend.

Pippa, like any young girl, is afraid of 'the monster under the bed'. But...what if her's is real? As she grows older, and life gets worse, the fear grows...can a nightmare truly consume you?

Out in the woods, by the old fen, there is a rusty iron bungalow, where a wise but mad old maiden lives. she is still there, if you would like to ask her a question. Read this poem to find out more.

As we live, we continue to tarnish the world for selfish reasons.

A poem about find an escape from a what keeps you prisoner.

i wrote this because i cloud not sleep.

A vampires sad days.

A poem about compaints... :\

Every speck in the expanse of the world is viewed differently by each person. Art especially.

this is...this is bad

The Queen of Destruction started off as a normal human, just like you and me. Inspiration hit me one day and this was born. Reviews and criticism are welcome and appreciated.

I've always found them a bit creepy.. ;)

A short poem based off of the story of the spinner Arachne.

Based off the Greek myth of Halcyone and Ceyx. Very long, but not very good I'm afraid.

The title is NOT my original, its a friends. This is a collection of some things i write. It's not real poetry or a story but it comes from my deepest feelings and fears. Enjoy.

Based on "The Slenderman", this poem tells of a monster that invades your dreams.

Eyes open wide let's inspect the snow, that covers this wonderland oh, oh how I want...to bathe it in red... Warnings: Implied death, not based off of the Wonderland created by Lewis Carrol; I'm simply using the term.

Bah, bah black sheep...

A woman of darkness speaks to a knight arrayed in black. What does she speak?

What kind of artist are you?