"You only sigh..." Quite cliche, should be in stanzas of four, then the last two lines separate, but...I can't upload properly anymore. Read/review and you can have a camel called Steven.

"It's midnight; you're dancing." English homework - write the beginning of a short story. Sex and drugs and rock and roll, and stuff?

Inspired by The Passion of the Christ ;)

I wipe my mouth and my hand comes away covered with...too much, yes, far too much make-up. [a collection of unedited 'poetry)

There were two people. Both of them hated the white, white walls. One was only living for the other, and the other didn't even know why he was living.

But we're gonna live forever, we will never die...

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. But cruel to who? [slash] Thanks to everybody who reviewed the prologue!

"Your mouth is like a funeral where kisses go to die..." A note from a bitter lover.

"You can do it in rhyming couplets, that should be fun," she said. "I was being sarcastic," she said, when we did so. But here is what we produced 'tis quite silly. And was for an English Language lesson)

I want a utopia all to myself/where I smoke cigarettes/where I drink to bad health

Midnight in the city, the city that never sleeps...

I'm watching you and I'm counting my steps. I'm at your window. Can you feel me? [slash] [first in a series of songfics]

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone..." A man tries to explain how he felt after his lover's death - has he worked through the confusion he felt then? [implied slash] [stand-alone]

A strange little piece about a tedious job in the summer.

"If you don't know me by now, you will never, ever, ever know me." How do you know what's put on for the cameras and what's real? "All rock and roll is homosexual". [slash]

You don't know when to stop, do you?

But she never told me she was drowning... [very mild femslash]

Nobody loved you, nobody made you feel so alone...nobody loved you, like me. [slash] [subliminal messages are telling you to READ this] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's an update!

Some things you lose, some things you just give away. And others are stolen.

Wehe for stanzas of different lengths. What can an ignorant society do to people? [about homosexuality, but everybody will experience some sort of discrimination]

I'll be getting married in a dirty dress. Did you ever care?

How long are you going to campaign for your freedom for? You're no prisoner. Embrace the new culture. (just for the record, I consider myself a liberal, and I'm not American, so no patriotism here. Just honesty.)

The conversational skills of your genitalia leave a lot to be desired. [homosexual themes]

Because pretty is overrated.

One night stands - the antithesis of love. Just be careful.

They just couldn't see what he saw.

Beware the mercy killer. And embrace the sarcasm, sweethearts.

You miss a lot when you take everything at face value.

He follows a pattern, but it all ends in solid colours. A murder, through the eyes of the victim, the murderer and a random blokey.

The seven deadly sins - not just ice cream. Rating for sexual innuendo.

Anaemia on a razorblade, snorting disinfectant cocaine,

Stars don't fade, they die.

Judas - betrayal. Peter - denial. Thomas - doubt. (Just for the record, the final "your" is spelled that way on purpose. It's not a mistake.)

Tasteless broth for the malnourished soul.

Please hang up and try again.

It holds eight razorblades, nine Lambert and Butlers, two bloodstained tissues and an orange lighter.

She speaks no words, though lack of voice, or she doesn't need to, or just by choice/

Somebody asked Jack Off Jill if "Nazi Halo" was about Twiggy of Marilyn Manson. I was listening to JoJ and this came about...not about Twiggs, but I was thinking about him when I wrote it, so it's influenced by him. And the "you" and "he" are intentional

Suppose it could go in Biography, but it's going in here. Rambling about a friendship. "It doesn't matter about the whens or the wheres or the hows or the whys. All that matters is that we do."

For Caroline, Claire and Rebecca. It's gone too far, my involvement ends HERE.

Looks quite long, but it's mostly couplets. It's about ignorance, and not understanding something, and not realising you have what you want until it's too late. Or something like that. Maybe.

"I love you like a car crash, like a suicide, like my mind". Another one without a proper structure - there are just random rhymes shoved in there sometimes. A love poem with a twist, maybe, read it until the very end and decide for yourself.

"I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view"...no proper structure in the way it's written, but it's about anorexia and...well, that's it really.

La Tristesse Durera-Sadness Will Last. Femslash, if you want it to be, self harm, suicide. I don't own either of the songs. People will always talk. No real link between the two chapters.

"Self injury," I whispered, "is an extended form of vanity." Two poems and a short prose. Quite generalising, uses the term "we". I don't know what all SI-ers feel like, these are just my thoughts.

Of accents, snow and The Wildhearts. Just basically everything I thought about this morning written down.

This is her Garden of Eden, and it's mine too. Short and rough, deals with bisexuality.

Be it love, religion or suicide, something's binding them. Is not, in any way, meant to offend those of you who are religious. And I obviously don't own the wedding vows, Peter Pan or E.T.

Written when I was eleven. So bad, and pointless, and random that it's almost funny. Almost.

And this is how I shall describe the room in which I sit.

This isn't the place that I know...

For Liam, 1989-2001. Do YOU understand? (written in my "woe is me" stages-lots of juvenile feelings here)

Little bits of pants randomness from two years ago. A storm brings pride, the cold brings fear and the night brings a thief. Will post revised version soon.

(A spin off of "I'd Rather Sleep") Slashy, but it doesn't have to be-just change the name at the end. It's sort of bittersweet. A church, rain, tears and midnight mass. "You taught me the appreciation of life. And love."

Two (ex?) lovers remember a Christmas together. This isn't angsty, woohoo! It switches P.O.V in each chapter, so watch out. Chapters 3 and 4, although short, are here. And something's actually going to happen within the next couple![unfinished]

Pleased to say, all credit goes to Rebecca and Caroline. I was just the "hippy clown" and stagehand, and I did a little bit of editing. A normal day in our school...(yes, this actually was scripted and videoed...)

Who's the real psychopath? Keep thinking, and don't blink. [if you read, please review, because I'm a review whore]

Today, somebody burst into tears in front of me. That's when I realised everybody is falling apart. Nobody is made of stone. Unfortunately, non fiction-the final two girls mentioned are very good friends of mine. This had me crying when I was writing it.

Have a brain? Want to destroy it? Read this. Otherwise, please don't. You have been warned. Written a year ago, just plain silly. I am very willing to give Rebecca credit where due. Rated for Boy Scouts, the NYB, unibrows and Spike.

"I tell myself that if I could control myself, I'd be anorexic, wouldn't eat at all. But that's no kind of control, it's panic and frenzy". I'm digging up all my old E.D stuff and writing new ones. This is a new one. Rating for general theme and language.

Song in brackets and italics is Angels, by Robbie Williams. For Danielle, who's welcome to stay whenever she wants.

Because sometimes, you're your own worst enemy...

Should be in songfics, but I like attention. The song is by...Greg Lake, I think. Things always seem worse at Christmas...

Rated for some language that there might not even be. Just things people say...in the heat of the moment. It's probably not very funny.

"I'll be damned, all I am is all I am.."

"And it's like a democracy without any rights"....Nothing special.

"And is this how you remembered me, the way you wanted me to be?" Doesn't make much sense. At all.

Another of the twenty-something from my old account. This is a couple of years old too. Ever felt empty?

This might offend some Christians, too. I wrote it...almost two years ago. I'm transferring everything from my old account, see.

For without them, what would little girls do?

Whenever I go to the bar, I always buy a shot for the bartender, too.

[non fiction] How much can a three year old love? One little girl changed me. This is Emma's story [very short prose]

Four haiku, written in about ten minutes. Nothing special, the first I've done in years. One relates to a songfic of mine, and I think I got the syllables wrong in one of them. However, the layout should be better now. Read and see for yourself.

"If you need to crash, then crash and burn, you're not alone". Neither of the songs belong to me. Just ramblings, from me to an old friend. Cheesy, happy, miserable, and hopefully inspiring, all at once. Used to be called "For Rebecca".

A collection of short almost-stories, each using some details I was given (gender, career, setting, theme). One sided m/m in chapter 3. And a bad word.

"And so he stands, rose in hand, staring at the stone..." I wrote this as an introduction to a story I'm writing. It's a bit rushed, but it could be worse, I think.

It is, incidentally, a poem. Blegh, read the author's notes. Or don't. Whichever.

Another poem about the downside of fame.

Rating for suicide, and just general...angstness. Inspired by the Nirvana song "Come As You Are". Yes.

Wheee, I stole the title from a Metallica song, and I wrote my own poem based on that title.

I don't want to give it a summary. Read, or go away.

I didn't know what to rate this. There's only one "bad word" that I know of...oh, maybe two...I've just used them rather a lot. Unnecessarily.

Angsty angsty angsty...

Blah. Song. Yes.

"Same old time, same old place, same old line and same old face."

Erm...yeah. Just read it, please.

Strangely enough, I had been drinking vodka when I wrote this. That should explain it. But yes, I was looking down the bottle, watching the liquid swish at the bottom, and it was pretty.

Yeah, this was just begging to be written. Don't ask what it's about. I don't know.

Yay, double angst. The downsides to fame. Behind closed doors.

I'm not sure what I think of this, but...here it is, anyway. I don't detest it.

Erm...a poem.

Meh, I was just going to call this "Shine" but it seemed a bit fluffy...a poem about drug abuse. The fictional person in the poem is the same as the one in "A Fairytale Ago"

Hmm...I quite like this one. Warning: Some Christians may find it offensive, my apologies if you do...

I'm not really keen on this, but I felt the need to write it, so I did.

Ermm...I quite like this one. But the formatting will be weird again, I bet...

Ladeda...just a poem...I must apologise for the layout of all of these, I saved it in the wrong form.

Yet another angsty piece. I can't summarise any of my stuff, so why do I try?

Another short, angsty...uhh..thing, by me. No prose section, apparently. Using the song "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd.

No, this isn't a poem. I just prefered this layout. That would be all. Why is it PG13? I don't know, I have rating issues.