together we are nothing but apart we can be anything that we want to be. the sound of a cello in the background.

love related to a song heard from a crackling radio versus heard live for the first time. which is more real, the perfect or the imperfect? and which is less painful?

life is inhospitable to those who live on past loved ones.

about asserting one's personality in a world where 'originality' is sold in malls and over the internet. my unique solution to being able to stand out in a crowd.

it's erasing the past, like taking off old nail polish and then chosing a new color. we'll start anew together.

everyone secretly wants to be tragic

whispering secrets to inanimate objects, almost as if you expect a reply.

someone calls you but never says a word. you call someone and never say a word. it's a love that's been broken for so long.

ambrosia, greek mythology, the drink of the gods.

the heart, red flowers, subways, and heat.

very short. seems like all i've been writing lately is like that. so anyways, this was inspired by a phrase that just had a nice feel to it.

beautiful musings and bunnies on grassy hills

a tweaked version of a very old poem. simple and undemanding.

yeah so i did it again. it's been over two years since i had a class too. it's amazing how much i remembered.

exeunt two or more preformers leaving the stage.

a small collection of randomish five line poems.

a school assignment in other words a very long list of things to include in your bio poem. does it really say anything about me?

random excerpt from my journal that i carry around everywhere. maybe i'll post some more random prose pieces.

nothing terrible unique. just another sad attempt to discern what love is like.

A short story of a girl musing on the first snowfalls of winter. She drifts through thoughts of old and new loves.

the sweetness of summer loves. no matter how short or long the feelings will linger for a little while longer.

saturday morning grocery shopping and ending up at home with only one item

a musician and his inspiration. and a bitter view of the could have beens. oh yeah, not for close minded people, trust me.

title is kinda self explanatory. my take on a college application essay. it is still a poem.

Summers filled with seashells and memories.

it is that quiet rage that all the good little girls hide...

just dwelling on the boy i had a crush on in 4th grade.

old school project. uncharacteristic of me but just felt like posting something...

blah, random blurbish type poem. definitively prose, read with caution and an open mind. my anger is not the nicest thing.

just posing the question of how to define a term that is ambiguous

how the seasons have affected my mood.

Wistful thinking while on the job.

As a child i have always been fascinated by mythology, greek in particular. This is a poem about the Icarian Sea.

a comparsion of two people, both of which suffer from a broken heart. find comfort in another person and hold on tight.

i was bored the other day and i just decided to see how much i remembered from french class. and as requested i translated it.

it is kinda silly, this poem... the actually genre is sick humor... yeah. originally i wanted to write something about photography but the poem twisted itself and now it is a view on life. sorry for the inconvenience.

well as shocking as it is this is my first real love poem. the idea for it has been gnawing at my mind for a long time and i am thankful i am finally able to put it into words. fyi the idea was about long distance relationships.

it's been raining an awful lot here where i live, and so this is my reminder that the rain is a good thing. especially when it is falling when the sun is out.

framed in two ways a little girl has lost her childhood

really old and absolutely terrible. strange dreams caused by rotten vegetables.

i've heard that to write well you have to write what you know. so, this is one of my life experiences. but don't worry it wasn't too bad.

it's a little moody, but i like it. except that it doesn't seem quite finished, yet.

sorry it is so short but i've got to post it. all of it true.

aka. my birthday wish list. for my birthday in an attempt to make me feel better.

this was written after reading the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, a requisite rite of passage

title is selfexplanatory, but for truth it is a denial of who other people see me as

it's a poem about leaving somewhere you used to love. it's sad but i kinda like it.

not fully about love, it's more about life. the sad tone of a person who is wishing for something more.

small hands can't hold much hope, and there's not much to go around anyways

i've been in a fairly bad mood recently and i'm posting this short work inspired by a required research project.

a simple piece that questions the reason for living.

a repost of my older piece. this is what happens when you become depressed while sitting and staring at your bathroom floor.

feeling down but i have a newold poem that i hope you will like. it's about my promises

i am fixed and i am happy? i'm not quite sure how to answer the question.

though the title includes sinners, this is not a christian or any kind of religion poem, you'll just have to read it to see what i mean. i hope someone will like it

it almost always comes out wrong.

if you say the title slow enough you can hear one of the main phrases of the poem

we left behind too many things, but we don't wish to go back

started as a catchy phrase, or at least in my head. evolved into something that was very unexpected.

a poem about an anorexic person, not from thier point of veiw but the point of view of a stranger seeing them...

this is a revised version of daisy's gonna run, people didn't like the ryhming and i had to agree. so it been changed and is much better

... can't comment on this one without feeling that i explained it wrong...

stain n 1. a discolored or soiled spot or smudge. 2. a blemish on one's moral character or reputation. taken from dictionarydotcom

not cheerful and not about love... and that is all that can be said about this one

this is not a knight in shining armor thing so don't get the wrong idea from the genre

i was not thinking of romance when i wrote this, but you can interpret this however you choose

the contrasts between what is right and what is wrong

no real summary

experimentation with a thesaurus

the best poem written in the first year i started writing. it's actually pretty decent.

for slight cusing about the first day of the school year

i was in the hospital yesterday visiting and i wrote.

if given the chance how would you choose to illustrate the world?

one of my early attempts at poetry. it still has some charm to it or else it wouldn't be here.