There's one f-bomb in it, that's the only reason I put a rating on it, just to save my behind. Summary: Self-aspirations or lack there-of.

After a small ordinary experience at the grocery store, I wrote a poem on my grocery receipt... check it out, it is very unique.

I don't know what else to call this... its just a little story I've been writing, and Tim is a dwarf that has been kicked out of the famtasy world and they don't fit in with the humans and Tim goes on an adventure... tone is unique, enjoy!!

(by the way, sometimes i write in lower cases, but it doesn't mean much, just that i'm depressed & feel unworthy of upper cases, as dumb as that sounds) reactions to loss

(please help with name!) willing to give up on love/if hate would wither 'way

a different take on conformity, the other extreme. note that this doesn't apply to everyone, read the note at the bottom before you get mad at me, ok? applies to a friend of mine that i'm not so fond of anymore... she's changed so much

for lack of a better title

how i don't feel clean after confessing

that feeling of being dead, when your depressed and the pain has just been so intense... the aftermath of a hurricane, i suppose. I wrote this in the dead of night (teehee, dead again) thats how i usually feel at night.

...as the title reads.... please r&r!.... luv, laura

This is a description of my ideal life. Simple as that. Please R&R, and share some of your ideas, weee!

What Darkness is, at least How I see It, if you know what i mean... I devote this to Ghost Writer, because she got me thinking about it, Thankee!! I love you!! (and you too, reader)

Sometimes I feel so different from other people... are we really both the same species? This title sucks, help me with a new one, please

just a little ditty (abou Jack and Dia-ne... hem. sorry about that) about how it is impoosible for a person to have so much pain.....

Another ghost... am I obsessed? I like this, please keep reading it even though its a short story and harder to concentrate on, oh please oh please. R&R.

i can't explain it, because i don't want to. I really want the poetry to speak for itself. if you think, and know what i am speaking of, you will see the imagery, because its not that deeply embedded. please read and review

A ghost who commited suicide, who doesn't remember anything, but only knows that she is now happy, for some reason...

A fairy looking upon her charge as his mother wishes him sweet dreams. But the fairy knows better... just a little poem, please read and review! XOXOXOXO laura

Rather self-explanatory title... its a theme like the crusades, I suppose... anyone who uses God to their advantage, wether its this dramatic or if they preach as if it doesn't apply to them too, or just use God as a personal value. I really really don't

by me and dragons do not sing... um, this about keeping yourself inside, fearing what will happen if you let yourself fly free...

help with name!! this is about... well, firstly, writing, and secondly, expressing myself, and conjoining the two. Weee! R&R!

Take FIVE! This is Ursula's story, again. I'm trying so hard to be a writer of stories, not my pathetic poetry. Please help me, blaze me, but just review! I sincerely want to be better!!UPDATED.CHPT.TWO.THANKS.FOR.HELP!

Description of with-drawing into oneself... what it would be like, if your heart was a room that you could hide in, to just let go...

The beginnings of my torture, and the cause just won't let it stop....

I am happiest when I am alone....

This happened to me last night, looking out my window feeling really depressed, and I saw the beginnings of snow and my spirits lifted until- r&r

I don't want to give this away... there will be chapters, perhaps 3 or 4, so there are supposed to be questions... its pretty mysterious, but not a whodunit... very unique, original... please just R&R, and critiques, please!! ~Laura

Just a letter I wrote (I find writing letters is easier than praying and just as good) to God, with some questions I've been struggling with. Share your views by all means

Um, there are now signs that there is a person that exists inside my exterior.... please just read it, its not long, and review it, too, please, if you read it.

which title? I can't really explain this one, cept shadows and light are some images I use, for me, and for you, life slipping away...

This is another heart-felt poem, I just actually formed it unlike pouring on paper and posting it. Its about trying to fight through the world alone, and you just can't do it, and why won't anyone notice you're struggling?

For lack of a better title. Had a very bad day yesterday, and this is what I wrote after sneaking out of my room (teddy in my place) and I felt like this, looking out at the night snow...

Not like my other poems(really emotional) needs tweaking but please please review!! Kinda like "General Store" by BigShot, meaningless mostly, but.. R&R

This is true, it really happened to me while meditating in the middle of the night. Just palms on bare knees... see, I was really restless, couldn't sleep. I'm all hyper in the beginning, then I work myself down into sleep..... you should try it!! R&R!

Mine is a bunny, named "Bun-Bun" (hey, I've had it for a long time!) This is not any : "I luv u lil' animal/had you since I was born/I use you as a pillow/from night until morn" No, there's a twist! ooooo. R&R!!

at the end of this there is an explanation if you don't get it. It another of my poems that have lifelike images for whats going on in my head. Set the people free, soldier

this is my mst truest ever peice, i think i'm close to tears, please be gentle because this is seriously my life you are dealing with, there are so many typos i'm sorry I just was writing, no other thoughts and posted ilt before i could stop myself

I dunno, (blushes) just something I whipped up, but I dooo believe in it and all that, PLEASE REVIEW, YOUR REVIEWS ARE LIKE MEDICINE, I SWEAR!!

naw, actually, just couldn't think of a name. this is a song, about, i suppose, the allotedd time of life

I don't know what it is about, really. I just started writing words. but i think this is a wind trapped in a human's body.

this is a poem about a person's reflections on death- remembering what they did together, and how strange it is they can't do them anymore. please r&r!

okay, so this one isn't true- like the only one that isn't- but it was fun. meant to be read kinda fast, scared. r&r, please!

just a poem 'bout that really tired feeling... you what? you read it, 'cause its not super long and I don't what to put the whole thing here, okay? thanks, r&r

yeah, well, I finally wrote a poem about what I said in my bio- I know yall are too busy to read it, but its a classsic piece of literature! (my bio, i mean) And the poem too. please r&r, because I'm ditching homework to do this for you. lots of luv, bug

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what I'm thankful for this year- my dad's survival

just baring my soul, praying not to be laughed at. r&r

read the title

poem about feeling empty of feeling, keeping up an appearance of gaity, feeling rotten but still empty... so hard to explain, so r&r

short story about a tea party, an absent guest of honor, and the rules of a backwards society.

slumberingfear and I wrote this. Nothing to do with school, I promise!! Just a year of hell, thats all....

a poem about people who may be different from you, but they are still people.

this is a poem about searching for love in this warring world of ours

a poem following the idea that it is harder for a rich man to get into heaven than it is for a camel to go through the eye of a needle

is friendship like a flower? if so, then friendship sucks