he said it wasn't important like i didn't even know, and maybe i don't really, anymore. we are still those children playing dress up.

Something not in my usual style, but an interesting experiment. [and so I tried to count my days here, find a measure against which to prove my being]

This is a dead romance, officer. I'm merely taking it to the dump before the carcass gathers flies.

Hand-in-hand, Ophelia and I go softly down. Believe me when I say - (I did not really want to drown)

The ships of summer come and go, while up in the sky fireworks burst like passion and dying stars. And at the end of summer, we go with the knowledge that it will all return.

I packed up my life in the rain.

Penelope whispers all the time. Catherine doesn't say anything. He's there between them. She thinks she loves him. She always ends up hurting herself. There is nothing wrong in this family.

We are all the smiling ones (oh, darling, you are perfect) Did I see a crack just now? Was there a word caught in your Smile?

Seek it out between the yellowed pages, scrabbling fingers, and when it turns to bite you - break its neck, that fragment of (oh, don't say it), before it can rejoin the whole.

'Mama,' I asked, 'why do they hate me' A child no more understands hate than violence.

No greater joy than to love, and be taken for a fool.

She'd given up on dreaming. And then she found that even if your dream has been dreamt a thousand times before, the music of the soul is its own.

//Because what I really want here...is you. // Time seems to slow down when you're waiting...

You're changing...I read it in every word you write. No matter how eloquent, how skillful, each is filled with your pain. Why is my guilt so great? [For a friend of mine. You know who you are.]

A collection of poems chronicling the rise and fall of heroes and heroines both towering in our imagination, and of the more human sort.

[Love me when I hate you/Love me when I cry/Love me like I love you.../Even if it's just a lie.] Another poem. For Ethan, of course.

/Big girls don't cry, we only lie... You're my addiction, but I can't get high anymore./ I wrote this for my friend/ex-boyfriend, who left me there when I tried to do everything I could to be perfect for him.

Don't you ever feel like you go on living your life for someone else? Like everything you do is only to appease some higher judge: the rest of the world? "The dance is not yours: it is theirs. But you are the one who has to dance..."

Who has seen Him? No-one has. But we all feel Him there, in our hearts. Who are we, to judge the faith of others?

When I was young, there was a tree... But now I have no time for climbing trees. "Come climb again," the wind whispers...

//Beloved, beloved/ How does it feel to bleed?/ Beloved, beloved/ You still don't know me// Betrayal is difficult to let go of...so is your sense of self.

/Like the water that bleeds down my cheeks and betrays me/Can't you see I'm drowning?/Make it go away.../ I can be whatever I have to. But there is a price.

When the person who means the most to you leaves you. . .you're left with no feeling. Based on a true story. Rated for themes that some may find disturbing.

'So to earn your trust, your smile, your laugh, your humanity, I spent so much time being everyone else...but me.' About how we try so hard to be what others want us to, we never think about who we really are...and that we're losing it.

I've had enough... You can't tell me who I am! [I'm sure everyone has a poem to this effect, but I need one, too! ^_^]

Three young women from across Europe. Two jobs to bring them together. One fate. Zero chance of survival. Countdown to action: already there! In the underworld, life requires death... It's their mission to face it. Desole.

Is it not the world's problem, when someone is murdered or a child becomes addicted to drugs? Just one problem, a thousand times over, becomes huge...

Everything is...whatever you make of it. (Don't let the rating put you off) R&R

When people look, they see a mask... The world is all pretend.

A girl's outcry to a friend who is about to jump from a sky scraper. Based off of the story of a friend of mine. PG for hints at suicide.

A collection of two poems and a haiku: insights into life, and nature.

No one counts how hard you try; no one sees how much you cry. Don't be fooled-they'll only lie...

Sometimes I feel as though I could have stopped her going, as though, somehow, it was my fault... Wish//Hope//Embrace//Wake//Wishes can't come true.

This is a thank-you to my dear friend Natasha, you are the GREATEST! Friendship fluff. ^.^

Simply put, a little uplifting yet blatant-facts-of-life-we-all-die sort of thing. Just read it; I think you'll like the tone.

Just a little something.

A girl has to obtain lost keys to heaven and life using the only link she has-the key to open Death.

It's about a girl thinking about how unfairly life has treated her, and she gets revenge by taking herself out of its power and into the hands of God.

A little something I did for my friend Daniel, who currently has a girlfriend (and it's not me).

This story is written for QWB, one of my favorite authors, and as an informative of others who have considered drastic measures. It is named after Butterfly, and my friend's science project which was actually called The Suicidal Butterfly. It fit, so I us