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Long distance.

Let us savour this night, together.

Thinking.

Questions.

Sad.

Thinking about the past, at dusk.

She's not interested.

Indifference in such a person is dangerous.

One gesture.

Angst.

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Capturing moments.

Sing for me the song I wrote for you.

I don't have to know who you are.

By the sight of you.

Isn't it?

I'll stay.

fragile

in silence, anything can be

Begging, wanting you.

I just love that song.

A poem, inspired by a mini-story I wrote. Warning: this is a stream-of-conciousness poem. (Second Chapter has profanities.)

Inspired by a walk in the rain.

you already know, don't you

She walks alone.

"Hey, I'm a loner..."

"oh, never mind..."

Another one of longing, but in a more accusatory/hopeful tone, I guess.

Remember the time when you discover new things, things that person would only tell you? I do.

A poem about longing.

An experimental two-part poem. (i.e. there are two chapters.)

A song, written in stabs of angry (imaginary) guitars.

She is.

Inspired by a song, which made me think about days spent in the evening, feeling content.

Sleep allows you to forget the loneliness, to forget what might be lost...

A poem writen after reading The Notebook, a novel by Nicholas Sparks. It's an experimental poem with two parts detailing the creation of an abstract painting and a look at what a non-artist looks for in it.

Do you ever daydream about... well, anything? Well, I "nightdream" about going to the moon.

On her sixteenth birthday, Sofia was poisoned by her mother. Why? What could possibly possess a mother to do such a thing to her daughter?

About what you have to do when you're in a hopeless relationship.

A short story. Nicholas Steppes is an actor, minutes away from finishing his final scene with Louisa Stevenson. Their kiss that they share: is it real or just something for the benefit of others?

A med school grad has plans - big ones. How does Meredith - his current fling - fit in it?

Breakups are always messy. This is a story about a girl who's going through the same.

Been working on this for a while. About a stroll in an imaginary meadow, just letting the beauty of nature sink in.

Formatting experimentation. About the process of writing a love letter.

Where do our desires come from? Ads.

Desires behind quivering lips, trembling with anticipation, seeking acknowledgement.

Attention: the catch-22 of unrequited love.

Have you ever been so far away from home that when you get back nothing feels the same?

Walking alone at night in a city, with only a lonely star guiding the way...

Hope in one piece of paper, to be shattered when sent and received.

Wanting to hold someone, so close, just her and me alone, even if she's just imaginary...

A poem about desires but not having enough courage to speak them out, even if the other person feels the same way.

Creepy poem, if I say so myself. Especially to the subject of the poem. It's almost obsessive in its... tone.

People change and in doing so, they confuse others. Much like the weather.

A song about the moon, written particularly when I was feeling down and beat up. Surprisingly, this song as a cheery rythm. At least it does in my head.

A simple haiku about... well, mistakes.

Title derived from a game. Has nothing to do with it though, and it's a backwards tanka.

A haiku. All students who have ever used a highlighter in his/her life will agree.

Rating for use of alcohol. An exiled knight 's sweetheart was kidnapped by a dragon. So... what will he do?

Even if it weren't, did I really care?

I miss it so much.

My feelings to hers, do they run in parallel? A backwards tanka.

Yeah, I'm waiting. A backwards tanks.

Unforgiving. A tanka with syllable pattern of 7-7-5-7-5.

Finally! A proper tanka from me. About not wanting that someone to let go.

A tanka with syllable pattern of 7-7-5-7-5, otherwise known as backwards tanka. About four-leaf clovers and wanting that someone badly.

It's Valentine, she's cooking and all of a sudden...

An old poem saved from a backup CD and onto here. With that rating, naturally, it's suicidal.

A tanka with syllable pattern of 7-7-5-7-5. Written after a very short phone call with a certain someone on a rainy Tuesday evening.

About a "private" little piece of paper...

Dedicated to AutumnRed.

Where is Ra?

Suicidal haiku written when I was feeling confused about how (or where) I stand with... her.

About, well, look inside for the extremely short note!

Written over the phone with someone...

As if the primary genre doesn't make this obvious enough... it's about suicide.

In the garden.

I just wish I had a camera.

After dusk, what would come? Night!

No summary.

It's about a warm wool blanket! (Duh)

About suicide, I suppose. Inspired by an article about school shootings. I think there are other ways to get meaning out of this one... anyway, this is a break from the norm. It's been a while. :)

I'm running out of titles. So, I named it after what it was about. :)

It should really be black.

Just like what it says. A thank you kiss. [Edit: I forgot to mention: this is dedicated to Cirien Phoenix. Thanks for all the kind words.]

About the soul that is always seeking heaven.

Inspired by one of swirlygirl's haiku. About (duh) autumn.

This one has been bottled up too long... the first line was in my mind for MONTHS! I tried to finish it but nothing seemed right. Well, here it is now, finished.

Another poem with an exclamation mark? *gasps* Actually it's a haiku + one line with 5 syllables. It's a little too late for this but I got the inspiration so I wrote it. One of my happier poems. No, I'm not a Nine Inch Nails fan.

Inspired by Smallville, Season 2, Episode 8. Sad...

Hmm...

Uh...

[Second Session Added] Dedicated to Psycho-Kitty-Purra and inspired by one of her short stories, 'Fairy Wings'.

In the night, two fireflies dance...

*sighs softly* Just read it.

I have this thing for dead leaves and winds... don't ask.

See if you can tell what it's about. I still think this one is obvious. See rating for more clues.

See title. It's pretty obvious what it's about.

Is there an endless supply to anger?

*REVISED* About singing... to fight evil.

About death.

Rather cryptic. I doubt you'd be able to get the full meaning of this haiku. If you really want to know, however, e-mail me and I'll try to enlighten you.

About a man doing *something* the wasn't supposed to to a girl and regrets it.

Um, about rain... I am sorta obsessed with it.

Rather creepy... nah, not really. But hey, I wrote this while I was watching this movie and there was this huge dog... *shudders* Well, I know it's not the ideal 5-7-5 but it's close enough. 4-6-5. :p

Riveting beats and nodding heads.

Bubbles in the washing machine!

If I write a summary then wouldn't it ruin what's inside? Geez...

Painted leaves on the ground. They yearn to be green once more.

The exit glows. Find your way back...

Once sturdy, now its remnants are in pieces. A bit of a metaphor.

About what happens when a couple fight. And the stuff that is necessary to end it.

...a poem about death. Or rather, what comes after it for the poeple who's still alive.

A poem about looking for something... something that's there but is concealed. By an image.

No, it doesn't have anything to do with Red Sox or the Soviet. It's about...(surprise) the heart. Dedicated to a friend, Drizit.

A piece I thought of while I was (almost) drifting to sleep. Probably inspired by 'Falling Down' by Travis. A British band. Yep.

*4th Session Added* Uh, I was thinking about videogames when I wrote this one. Particularly, Sly Cooper. But it's good for any game 'cept for Animal Crossing. That one's got no villains.

This is a poem I wrote while I was writing a story of mine. And no, Werewolf Dreamwalker, this is a different one. I've never told anyone about this project it's *secret*.

Uh, yeah. hairy palms. Hairy hairy palms. Ew.

OK, this one is definitely random. Written five minutes after I clicked on that link up there where it says 'Just In' and saw some guy misspelled 'kinda'. So, uh, this is what came to be!

Pretty random though I think it's worth a read. I had Final Fantasy X's Yevon in mind when I wrote this. *shrugs*

About nature. I don't write nature related stuff often so... anyways, read and review.

Ahem, this seems to be one of my more experimental poems... anyways, can you guess what it means? *laughs evily* Read and review. Oh, and in this poem, imagine you're a girl, okays?

Warning, this poem is very short... I felt like there's more to put in... but nothing else feels right so it might as well just stand on its own. Read and review please! Flame me, I don't care!! Just tell me what you think. I want HONEST reviews people!

You know, this site needs a poetry section called Death. That way, it's easier for lotsa people to put up stuff. I mean, where the heck do I put this? Anyways, read and review!

Yes, with an exclamation mark. This could well be one of my happier poems. They don't come often so enjoy while you still can folks.

Are we?

A poem I wrote today at school while feeling extremely down... *sighs* She's going away... Anyways, it's a metaphor. Read and review.

Uh, it's pretty much self-explanatory. Kinda funny, if I say so myself.

Please stay! Dedicated to Sarah. If you're reading this, I wish for you to stay. Please, read this! This is all I have to give you...before you go away.

Don't eat it!! It's a piece of poisoned meat!! Give me your comments, be it bad or good. I'll try to swallow them.

I'll always be here for you, friends. (Inspired by 'One I Love' by Coldplay)

Ants marching. Don't disturb them. Read and review.

No summary. how can you summariza a haiku anyway? *shakes his head* Uh, well. Review, please?

........Don't ask me why I wrote this. I'm not even a Christian. And I don't celebrate Christmas. So, uh, review if you feel like it. *shrugs*

Kinda inspired by 'Shiver', a song by Coldplay.

Okay...I myself am not sure what I wrote. Maybe it's about war, maybe it's not. I sincerely have no idea. So, you tell me. Read and review, please?

Why do you want war? ...not really aimed at anyone. Just a piece I thought of last night before I slept. So, yeah. Here it is. Read and review!

Woo....Okay, in case the parentheses doesn't work, the title is Bleeding (Still Here). I don't know if this one sounds like a song...but I'd say this is my best work so far...at least it is in my opinion. You just gotta read it. Oh, and review too!

It ticked and ticked and suddenly it stopped...read and review!! Thank you and please come again. *laughs* Rated PG for death stuff.

Don't run with scissors!!! That's all I want to say...read and review, please?

PG for death stuff...it's about an old woman (or man) dying and s/he wants to see the smile on his/her child again before she goes. Read and review!!

Uh, mushy? Dunno...tell me what you think! Okay?

Let's run away...and be free. Read and review! It's a bit mushy...I know. But it also has a hidden meaning. *winks*

Set me free...take me away...No, not mushy stuff. Suicidal, more like. About someone who can't take anymore preassure from the society and kills himself. Oops, gave too much away. :p Read and review please!

This is about school...yes, SCHOOL. It's about not getting the right support to go through the daily life of a student. But, it's kinda short.

This is about a friend (you know who you are. *winks*). Please read and review! Ooh...

This is a weird poem...I was thinking about how colors affect people's mood and wrote this. So, it might suck a bit...why don't you tell me? It'd be much appreciated

This poem was written while I was thinking about a gun and how I've never handled one. So, that gave birth to this. Angsty Poem. Rated PG for suicidal references.

*Chapter Two Added!!* A random fiction turned into a series! *chuckles* I'd like to see people reading this. It'd be stupid. Anyways, read and review. Oh, and this is a wok of fiction, nothing to do with the real life!

A haiku (my first, I hope) that I wrote just now...it's about Alaska and wolves. Well, duh, right?

This is a pome I wrote about a girl that I REALLY liked, though she never took notice of me. She did talk to me once...but thanks to my stu-forget it. Ah, read it. Please? And review too! It'd be MUCH appreciated.

This was written while I was thinking about my journal, so you know the rest. Read and review, please. It's not like I'm forcing you, but it'd certainly be nice if you reviewed.

This one is about a writer's fears of not being able to write a good story. And since I've been having a writer's block (or you could say I'm just plain lazy. :p) I really like this one. A. Lot.

So, it's not a haiku after all...oh, well. Nice try though, right? Well, I didn't know what haiku's are...so, sorry! :p I don't know how to summarize it...it's pretty short. Why don't you read and review? It'd be much appreciated.

I wrote this while I was feeling really depressed and a tiny bit too miserable. It's about my feelings and emotions at that time, the way I felt the world was treating me. Please read and review. Oh, and did I mention that this was angsty?

This is a collaboration between me and Lycanthropic Alaskan or Werewolf^Lupin. It's written a day before he goes to boarding school. It's about an old lady's frustation with her ignorant daughter. It's based on a true story. Don't worry, she's not dead.

Rewritten after I thought that it didn't sound nice...distorted, really. Those who have reviewed might wanna check this again. I do accept anonymous reviews, you know.

I wrote this after I found out my friend will be shipped off to boarding school. I don't know if it's good but it's a poem about friendship. Lupine-Guardian! See you again soon.

I have no idea how this one came through to me. I was just typing and suddenly, boom. This poem was finished in front of my eyes. A big warning! I'm not a good poet so please, no flames. Oh, and I think this poem is about death. Or something...