It had all the thoughts that run away from me.

These reveal my thoughts on life, mostly my own, and how I survive my loneliness when I really just need a friend most of the time.These are my feelings treat them with respect, and please, do review! OK, SO I'VE NOTICED THERE ARE MORE VIEWS IN THE FIRST AND LESS IN THE LAST CHAPTERS, THE LAST ONES ARE BETTER DON'T BE DETERRED BY THE LACK OF HOW GOOD THE FIRST ONES ARE KEEP GOING!

I don't do poetry often, so this is a collection of the little ones that I DO do. If you have any requests, feel free to give your idea. I'll give it my best shot. Positive criticism is welcome, Flaming is not. Thank you! Read, Review, and Enjoy!

Everyone dies. It's a known fact...

A ghastly predator.

In the darkest corners of childhood this story takes place. What is a child to do when alone and broken?

He wishes he could breathe fire, he wishes he could kill me with possessive distance.

First in the two-part "Party of Life" series. The Great Gatsby is known for his magnificent parties, and this poem explores one fictional guest: a glamorous woman lying on the lounge. Enjoy. :)

IF given the chance to grant a few wishes, then I'd waste no words on simple things. This is a short, free-verse poem. :)

Conditions I am familiar with, that apply: Depression, PTSD, BPD, OCD, Manic Depression, DPD, AsPD, Narcissistic PD, Sadistic PD, Masochistic PD, Schizoid/Schiztopal PD, Avoidant PD. I know your pain. I have comforting words to say. If you have one of these and need help, want help, or know someone that needs help; read this. It can help you move past the pain. *Reviews Returned

Alice and I topple down the rabbit hole.

It seems like our personalities can change every day. Good days and Bad days. I just described a few. Maybe you feel the same way sometimes?

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An assortment of poems ranging from peaceful and serene, to mournful and sad, to happy and perky. Reading through this list of poems will surely give you comfort. (If possible, I might translate it in different languages)

Quand on essaye d'écrire quelque chose et de le rendre à peu près correct un soir où on est très fatiguée, ça donne à peu près ça. A vous de juger :)

Parce que j'aime les 'vagabondages d'esprits' le soir très tard. Ca ne vaux peut-être pas la grande poésie, mais j'aime écrire et je vous le fait partager ici.

When I was 5 I wanted to be a astronaut. I wanted to fly to the moon. I wanted to escape earth and live in space.

A small series of poems in which our feline heroine reflects on the curse life has given her.

I know, it's a crummy title. It's a poem about people who go to extreme measures for attention. Rated T for language and dark themes. Please give it a try.

Another new poem of mine.. I'd like to dedicate it to my Babushka, one of the residents at the nursing home I work at who suffers from Alzheimer's disease but still manages to brighten my day.

I haven't posted any poetry on here for a few years, and I am happy to be getting back to it...This is my first attempt at a poem in a while so please don't hesitate to give constructive criticism!

If you turn to help another, Be prepared for the blade.

If only the Wall between you and I weren't so thick, if only I had never known. Than I wouldn't feel like this

Beautiful shining glass. Wouldn't it be a shame if it was all gone? All of your hopes, your dreams, shattered. So, what happens when the fairy tale's over?

A realization that the goal of the Human race is Unattainable. Though many questions are asked, none are answered.