My latest poem. I will add it to 'Dear Diary' after some time, but I would like to show my latest poem first before I do so. PLEASE enjoy, review, and rate.

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there's so much more to being young these days. this is my life, become a part of it if you dare.

Just depends how you look at it. Life? Love? War? You tell me.

I am my mother's problem and my father's mistakes

Dreams and reality clash in colour...

A collection of poems I wrote as some sort of 'epigraphs' for my Ace Attorney fanfic, called 'The Last Light'. You don't need to read it to enjoy those poems.

She's gone, she's dead. I killed her.

I am not the person I see to be in the light of day. At night I am nothing. I am vulnerable. Rated teen for author's note... we wouldn't younger people to read that...

so you're not so goddamn shapeless.

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Another angsty poem. I wrote this one because today one of my roommates started hating me for no real reason at all. But I've always had horrible luck w/ roommates and it makes me feel really inferior. So yeah, enjoy the angst.

Hide your life behind bright colours and lights/Devil smiles, devil wins

but i still don't know who i am. this is a pillowbook.

A poem about society, and how this cynical person thinks about the world.

."..i was thrown into the pit of fire..." Poetry type drabbles written when inspired. Might be a bit pathos.

-Amy- Then again, nothing can be nice, too.

-Leighton- Being alone is not always loneliness.

You think you own me, you think I will forever bow to your will. You're wrong.

oh, mother - how the apple of your eye has rotted. pillowbook IV.

A creative writing "spoken word" project describing my feelings in abstract metaphor. I like how it came out. Enjoy...

There is no escape from the darkness..

in them i will hate you all the more.

A compilation of poems. One for every day of the year. 365 poems.

shine at me from my ceiling. pillowbook2