A lament.

and this/is why I have nothing at all to say, and I am smiling, and I/am always/extraordinary. please r/r.

and i'm here breathing in a world that's soon to be destroyed by sky

if i cared.

the doll graveyard. about the nature of weakness, and destruction.

wow, he's actually a student. a rather pretty football player too. please r/r, thank you

about the morning after. sinister, self-pitying :P please r+r nonetheless!

when darkness seeps into sex...i've been listening to jeff buckley's 'dream brother' :p

A poem of unwilling transition between the savage little world of childhood and adulthood...i've been reading 'five quarters of the orange' and its imagery-d me to death, what can i say? please r+r :)

yet another teenage angst poem (!), rated for cursing once. i like it.

This guy is scary.

I could, with an effort of will, regain control of my heart and get on with my life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I have made my choice. please R+R

Can we get an air filter in here or something? o-O

something she said, and it wasn't about me at all, and still it made me sick. incidentally, this has nothing to do with love. r+r?

a random rant about human beauty. what is it, whats it worth? please r+R

By the time you read this summary, you could have already read the piece. It is about celestial beings, barbecue sauce, and envy.

Old friends on a riverbed, drawing in the sand. And truth is sometimes harder to hear than a pleasant lie.

OK, so maybe I shouldn't have been on my cousin J's s/n. . . but I worship her friend Dave! I had to talk to him. But now. . . he likes talking to me, I think - but since I was iming him on J's s/n - he's falling for HER! (completed)

errands errands..

about my friend, chris.

about the bitterness of being alone.

a friend gave me the title and said do something with it. this is what i created. cant say i think much of it. pg for suicide attempt. please R+R!

"We were friends, if you don't remember..." A reflection from one to another on failed friendship and lost chances. Mild slash, darkness, and unhappy endings.

She is pieces; a woman wants to forget it all, and she hopes it will be different, because she doesn't want to be pieces. She wants to be whole.