I made this after an fanfic I read.

Always believe in your dreams and they might become a legend.

How I lost everything...My respect...My pride...My life...

Written for a character I'm dabbling with.

This was actually the idea of how a character of mine could have died in the campaign of a friend of mine. So, here it is in poem form!

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.

Not the nursery rhyme we all know and love.

The first of two poems about Fae.

This poem is for my book. Here's the key: Blue Bird Ruby Marine Robin Mark Italics Cat Bethany Willards I hope you enjoy this poem! :D

Another spur of the moment poem. I'm not sure where this one came from really.

my first poem...anyone who knows anything-advice is well appreciated about a mountain wanderer I guess...

Please don't let him find me.

This is one I'm pretty proud that I wrote; I hope you all enjoy.

A collection of short poems from the life and memories of an angel that has fallen from Heaven

A poem that I wrote. I don't know why.

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!

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 silent. Very short, not-rhymed, and 5 stanzas.

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.