i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

A girl see's the guy she loves with his new girl and nothing feels right.

you know, the chorus really cut me down

Behind the mask, what hides. Is it a fragile girl, or something more?

Please forgive the fluff. I was very young. I would take it down, but the reviews make me smile.

Written while in an emotionally charged and inspired mood. God bless Frappuccino and forbidden love.

He lovingly calls me his greatest mistake; the reason he can't sleep. . . R&R please.

Life sux right now for me...that's all i have to say.

This is about a night I spent on laguna beach

Thanks for being imperfect...

Don't give me your number, I don't need another friend, I won't be there for you

Kate's fate has been decided; She is going to die in two days. Along with that, John is dead, her name is etched on a tombstone, and she is haunted. Will the terror ever end?

This isn't a poem so much as a monologue written to look like a poem, I guess. Well, that's all I know to write. R&R please?

This song is for the guy I like. I'm sure you (as the readers) would find this sad if you knew exactly why I wrote, but summary box is not nearly big enough to tell such a tale.

I knew it was all but a game, / In my own heart, I knew. / But that doesn't make it easier / To let go of you...

Here we stood / Face to face / I was caught / In your embrace: The cycle of some relationships: friends, lovers, the break-up, and friends again...

Just some thoughts on a friendship.

Truth be told

What if the prince had to leave at midnight? What would Cinderella do to keep her prince?

Realizing that the person you've loved for your entire life will never be yours, and accepting it. (3/1/05)

I think the title pretty much explains itself, the next one I'm gonna post is sorta go along with it though... I'll get unlazy enough to type it in a day or two probably...

sappy love poem, still interesting, inspired by dashboard confessional's "hands down"

This was written for my former best friend. Who I neglected to thank. I still love him a lot, but we're not as close. In fact he's avoiding me. Anyhow. You know when you fall in love with your best friend, and you can't have them? Doesn't that just suck s

This is the voice for thousands of girl, including myself!

I am...whatever I want to be, whether I'm sad or proud or happy...I can be a tear or a cloak or a ocean...some nice imagery. Please R&R!

The title is the summary, actually. Two people's story turned on its head.

(Part 1 of Ongoing Series: Things Written at Work in a Fit of Boredom) An old interview, caught on tape but never aired, proves that laughter is not always the best medicine. Sometimes, it's poison.