A sort of inside joke with myself, partially inspired by my referential sense of humor and an episode of a TV show called Millenium. ...don't ask. Rushed and unforgiving.

What was the purpose?

Regardless, the cigarette remained lit, never seeming to wither with time... A short story.

A piece of me broke last night.

Our techjunkie world of text messaging and soulless gaming has led to dysfunctional personality flaws that malevolently spread throughout our culture while we remain ignorant of their existence...OR: I was pissed, so I wrote.

He walked with purpose. Not strolling or hurried...purposeful. a short story

the result of hindering or abandoning your passion...the starving artist...someone who chose something else... Pick one.

Inspired by true observation. NOT the way I intended it to be I meant it to be more poetic, but it turned out more blatant. Would sincerely appreciate feedback as to how I could mold it towards an artistic fashion.

Finally, a religion without division...

An apology to my Creator. (just a rough draft I threw together)

her face divine but for a time (2 different drafts)

stars are like diamonds; they light your eyes but for a time

not a true story, but you should hear me read it

woe and behold...(regret is not [a] penance for time wasted)

what we want, we want it now (we're dying of starvation)

penance doesn't heal the way you do

Several stories of insanity, all intertwined to present the minds that are a part of our society. [one story finished edited 11 13 06]

"I'm not one to remember special dates...I've come to believe I'd forget Christmas..." A self-described 'mediocre' man contemplates forgetfulness. (Short story - finished)

An erotic crime.

She told me life is but a dream

holiday spirit amiss a stale heartache

speak of anger

a picture

a purple stream of consciousness...

who are we?

an artist commits TO suicide...but can't determine how to do it. (finished)

easily relatable

love is so bipolar

it's not that i'm forsaken, it's that You're already taken

Too much free time is deadly for the mind.

A frustrated pessimist pushes an optimist overboard.

Tribute to my family's dog.

An examination at the life of a computer addict like yourself.

climbing out of darkness with a ray of light

fairies dancing with winged-demons on fields of daisy snow

...I let you do what could've been regrettable...instead you made it unforgettable...

Let (your sense of) freedom ring.

...Nah! A fun song I wrote about how materialism can actually go both ways in a relationship.

My teacher asked me today what color my hair was. I told her that I didn’t know.

I miss the days of ignorance.

Bleed it through the sky, I’m gonna hurt the most high...

...at that pimple above your eye.

Once upon a time, the united states were a country, no?

solitude

atrophy the apathy. acoustic song that hit Me while I was sweeping the kitchen floor.

Not alcohol, not marijuana, not cocaine, and certainly not sex. This is my generation's drug of choice...

A consistent infatuation.

For if we’re committed to subtle independence, Then why are we so easily addicted to dependency?

A brief poem that describes what the closest of friendships can deteriorate to-but never past.

Mind over matter, matter over mind...(a daily battle)...(leaning tower of Babel)...(Hades' cattle)...

A place where we've all been, no?

They'll crown the one that didn't back down.

Two parents are rushed into having to explain sex to their children after the kids witness the act on TV. A short skit.

This is my religion.

The environment of the heart.

Sold your soul for rock'n'roll...literally.

The modern changes are what the past has become.

The logic (or lack thereof) of human behavior. (Formatting won't allow an equals sign in the title.)

It is a known scientific fact that goldfish have a memory span of three seconds. With that in mind...

A essay I did for school a year ago. The prompt was something along the lines about how people influence other people. Earned a 4/4, so I thought I'd put it up, see if it's worthy of general interest.

Don't you hate dealing with people that are full of it?

A brief chain of events induces a state of somber nostalgia.

A person witnesses a friend causing his or her own problems, and the thoughts/results of watching the chronic problem unfold yet again.

Just another angsty poem from my artless generation.

Very specific...but only for whichever way you choose to interpret this piece. A song I wrote recently that's gone through a few drafts before making it on FP.

Ever watch somebody in pain and you want so bad to help them be free of it...but know that there's nothing you can do? This describes that emotion.

A nostalgic poem about the days of childhood.

A couple's thoughts as they lie awake in the morning. Actually a song; the girl sings the italics, guy sings bold, duet on the underlined.

A humorous mockery of that whiny emo music I hear from to time about broken hearts (self-pity) and lost loves (pointing fingers). I really can't stand that stuff, but this is done in a funny way. :)

I was angry when i wrote it, but now i think it's funny. A sarcastic look at 2005.

On my search for another faith, I pass broken backs and toothless smiles...

A reflection.

...as opposed to most of those of my generation... (a haiku)

Souls and soles

A man competes with another for a lover-but from a distance.

A poem written during an overflow of indecipherable emotion.

Upon Seeing the Dismal Future, I Reflected On the Past

There was an artist who painted pictures. But always he didn't paint portraits of peace. He painted emotions, sensations, and situations...

Ever since I joined the rat race, it's picked up it's pace..

And have I mentioned that I love to watch you chew your bubble gum?

A poem subtley describing a relationship in which the man struggles with an addiction to abuse.

A man searches the world, trying to find life other than plastic happiness

Shortest poem I've ever written...and yet, one of my favorites.

Go ahead and try to understand, go ahead and personify my God...

I say your call, this, for sure, my fall...

It's amazing what I've seen, The miracles we neglect to be...You could be the miracle you don't believe in... (Two versions of this poem, both relatively different)

From the eyes of an adolescent with siblings, this is his or her house. (Could be humorous or angsty...up to the reader. :D)

Faith in nothing is faith in something.

I took your hand.

A dusty letter. (Rating for implied themes)

Ever know somebody who every time you're happy condemns you with your tragic flaws because they're envious of your smile? This poem may not make sense, but that's what it's about.

As long as we're imitating who we want to be, our personality is just a democracy

So hard to read you cause you're so quick to agree, Are you a shell or is there a soul in there, You're evasive but well beyond a tolerable degree...

"Hey! Let's go throw a party! You be the victim, I'll be the pity..."

The misty drizzle proved sly, a foggy veil for the hidden sky...amist gunshots and people's screams...the air for smog in an ugly trade...

A short story (finished). A person somberly learns that a friend had been waiting...

A dark poem from the eyes of a sinister man who takes joy in satisfying his masochistic methods. (A poem from the eyes of a killer)

You were on my mind, so i thought i'd send an e-mail. Next thing you know...poetry flowed, though quite frail. You can say this is from the heart. Or you can call it a work of art.

A testimony of the downfall of an individual who doesn't understand his/her self...he or she knows how to get up again, but...

A warrior enters a lightless forest and duels with a creature that has defense mechanisms that could she could never have been prepared for, and in circumstances that provoke a dark insanity.

It's a somber december that i can't remember; an ember, reminder of her... (PG-13 for an innocuous reason; and the title is intentionally lower-cased for you grammar folks... :P)

A short poem (ignore word count) about what caused a relationship to fail. (2nd chapter is alternate version)

"A failed actor with a part...Self-pity is so easy, a life-long con..."

"Who are we to define a mystery? Who are we to clarify a definition?...Love has become a 'thing'..." (A poem about what is no longer evident in the world, but a phenomenon when discovered)

A short poem that expresses the results of allowing others' problems burden you. Many, i believe, can relate, although the poem, i pray, does -not- express the reader.

"...Ironic that action of forsaking friends, Would be correspond with the insurrection I had crushed..."

Vinson attends his college technology class, but a sudden change of events brings a daunting perspective to technological implants. Originally a research paper on implants; the 2nd chapter is the more scientific version of the story, with actual evidence.

What is tainted?

The typical fantasy about a knight, maiden, and a dragon...however, this isn't a typical fantasy. Sir Frederick, a Royal Knight, is asked by the king to go and save the Princess from Dragon. But how can a 4-foot tall knight kill the Dragon? He can't...

Blank's mission is nearing completion; he's a man on a mission that involves a criminal mastermind that's responsible for the deaths of millions. A short story (finished).

A short story about an infamous person's final mintues. (PG-13 for descriptive gore; not Jesus' crucifixion)

Set in the early 1800s and the Spanish Inquisition, a young Christian woman is falsely accused of being a witch and is to be questioned by Adam, a man a who is on a journey of his own.

A teenager is trying to hide his past but is constantly confronted with his mistake, one in particular... A short story.

A short story. A grieving teenager faces a critical turning point in his life as he thinks about the one person he's truly cared about and that has cared for him.

A short story. A teenager accidently overdoses, impacting a small school and one person in particular... As he realizes what kind of person the teenager was, he comes face to face with who he really is...