Written for an English assignment in Grade 12. A culmination of things that made up who I was then.

He acts so differently from what we expect. "Beauty for ashes", joy instead of depression. Two separate poems.

"Love always perseveres." 1 Cor. 13:7. A Love that never gives up, hurling itself towards pain, yet holding our free will sacred. A series of poems to different addressees.

What you feel when you witness, know about or are afraid of someone you love being hurt by others...

A series of poems dealing with the addiction of self-harm.

... can do so much damage. Cruel words can be the hardest blows. Cruel words reiterated can turn love and trust into a hollow shell.

This should go under the category of Literature if there was one ... Why do I write poetry? What do I want to achieve with my poems, what should they be like? What is my Ars Poetica, my credo for writing?

My whoring soul returns once more...Two poems on spiritual adultery.

Finding oneself is often considered a path to enlightenment, but people tend to forget that in order to truly find yourself, you have to discover the darkest of secrets that reside in your heart; the evils that lay within.

Yeah. This is a little weird. I picked the genre "Humor" for this story just for a little irony.

Life, love, and the pursuit of something greater. Like vegetables.

Christianity was never meant to be boring. Ninjas, falsettos, over-caffeinated depression, and llamas. One llama. This is how I'm studying Him.

and it looks like the only thing i've ever prophesied was that you would break my heart.

i didn't think i had any left.

perfection is a myth, / and therefore so are you" - my psychological disproof.

i'm never enough for you.

You don't need to vocalize some things...

At the the top of the 93 steps, with the breeze just so, I stop and look back over the city...

A reflection of when you are caught in following either your will or God's will which you know to be the right way, yet selfishness holds you back with a vengeance! Please Read.

Poetry. "I won't sink yet, but stasis eats my soul alive."

A view on love that allows me to be completely sappy and yet totally realistic.

you're not holding out for a miracle / you're holding back / scared to cross flames...

. . . gotta love the snow

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Inspired by the images of child soldiers in the beginning of 'Casino Royale'. "he's seen / six winters / five summers / four falls"

I stand brokenhearted before You now...

About the rifts that can develop between close childhood friends and the feelings it evokes.

A piece dedicated to a close friend of mine, who has been very badly hurt by someone. This piece is directed towards the person who hurt my friend. It is a work wrought in flames, smoke, shadow, and pain. I hope you all like it.

He see's the potential and the beauty before anyone else. This is the journey of Finding Beauty within yourself. God Bless

Dealing with expectations again.

Based on a picture of an egg with tally marks inside. 'I'm here / I'm sitting and waiting / I count up the days to / I don't know when...'

Breathing the breath of life into this generation. No matter what the world may see, the time for an outpouring is now.

You're not alone.

Journal entry. Ever felt like you can't write for your life? / advertisement Yeah, well, bet you haven't seen rubbish like this before. Slight swearing within.

With You, I am something. No longer nonexistent.

When their lives are shattered, five misfits struggle to find why life took an angel from their midst. As they struggle through grief, they learn the truth about death..and life..FINISHED

My heart has become a home to the emptiness that invades my every thought...

It started as a stream of conciousness, but became something more... Something that I think reflects how I feel now...

Set in Savannah, Georgia during the Civil War. Two diverse sisters find the rude truths to the life they, as Southern Belles, had never known before. Will they prosper with love and happiness or crumble under the horrors of war? -Complete-

Dedicated to Todd Duncan and those he left behind. We miss you.

Autumn is having a hard time conquering the dreams and memories of her past. Can God help her move past her past and create a new beginning?

In the distant future, the human race has spread to cover the entire globe, one giant super-city stretching into the sky. But in the shadows of the Ground Level, a new hope for the planet is about to dawn. STORY COMPLETE.

an abstract prayer in response to former indecision with college admission and choices

A letter to my guarian angel... "never once have you made me feel worthless..."

this is an essay i wrote for my confirmation class that basically describes my faith.. yeah.

I found this poem today as I was cleaning my room. I wrote it a little over four years ago during a weekend retreat at my church. I forgot that I had written poetry anytime before last year.

what writting should do...

Sometimes we all need to be told to shut the hell up. Thing don't penetrateon their own, and we get pissed off, but sometimes, it's for our own good.

Written on the way to France, we witnessed the most amazing storm with electric blue forks of lightning. An amazing experience Pleade R+R

About my struggle with God during a time of deep pain and confusion. I hope it is helpful to others who may be in similar circumstances. Please R&R.

argh.. wanted to edit this more, but don't know what to do with it. anyway. sounds ok kua..

The same kind eyes

A psuedo-Victorian "come back home" song.

all the world's a stage...er...a poem?

reflection on "spread the Gospel always. use words if necessary." (bishop g.)

She went to find herself and got more than she searched for.

One girl's struggle for life and faith, Chapter 14 uploaded. Sorry it's been so long!

A poem I wrote about how I was feeling a few years ago when I was depressed.

A poem of love that spans thousands of miles, decades, and even lifetimes. Dedicated to someone dear to me, whom I may never see again in this life.

This world is a travesty of what it could be. This peom was inspired by "Pure Sin" by the Prince of Mirkwood. That and "Lost in the Corner" by Echo Despise. I dedicate this to all those people who are lost, who no one stands up for, who suffer needlessly.

"...Until I am released from this dream..."

A description of an experience that happened to me. GOD literally changed my point of view, and it now burns within me.

Another one-shot, but maybe I'll put it in something one day. I was just pondering on an inside joke... grins at Ben

She reminds me of a tree- beautiful and strong.

Unfelt emotions finally set free. My Twin sister has Cerebral Palsy and finally I have been able to set free my emotions bottled up inside for too long.

How painful experiences have shaped me and given me a passionate heart for others with the same wounds. Good out of evil, purpose out of pain.

Beneath the Mask of Smiles and Laughter... (I'm not too happy with this, I jump around a bit. Any editing advice would be appreciated)

I took a walk inside my damaged heart, through strands of time that wrapped around, and I looked back at the things that made me into me. Probably the best thing I've ever written.

A little poem for a friend.. simple, but I had to write something.

If I was popular enough to be a one-hit wonder, this would've been my one hit. People kept asking me to "play that 'snow' song"; so here it is for anyone who'd like to read it.

A love lost. For a friend.

"I'll lead you to the flowing waters..."

A letter I wrote to try and encourage myself, it's kind of weird , but please r/r ;)

Dear friend, I pray that you know I need you to pick up that phone.

The first poem I ever wrote, using "I see/dream/try/etc " statements as a guide. Just tells you a little bit about me.

Several facets of a friend in analogy.

"Blood, wash our hands, cleanse our minds..."

carry me away

My humble plea.

My lord your angel has fallen and kneels before you now to beg for her forgiveness.

a poem i wrote for one of my best friends when she was going through some hard times. just about promising to help her through and how she didn't deserve what she was getting. plz r&r.

written for my good friend who's now gf became more intimate with God and wanted him to join her, although he refused. it was really sad. but this is written for how he felt. plz r&r.

the feelings a cloudy, rainy day brings

These are several of my stanza and regular haikus, so read and review if you want. *Complete*

I wrote this haiku after reading a piece by painkiller called I Am Useless. Painkiller this is for you, and to all of you who are disheartened, take comfort in this knowledge.

An after-death story with a deeper meaning: addresses the feared 'sin' of doubt. See Psalm 118:5 (rated for Christian themes)

It has to do with how people Judge...And how terrible it makes me feel.

I can't touch you...you're lost to me...hidden behind transparent walls.

What would you do if faced with death for your beliefs? Would you give them up, or would you die? Rated PG for some violence. Please read and review.

A description of 'pain'.

Speaks of human stinginess when it comes to forgiveness and a second chance.

Death is never easy on those left behind, but it can be a transistion to a life with God...

I don't do this often, but the darn pop-ups were getting to me...

Voices the pain of my heart and a feeling of despair.

Just an extreme vent of frustration... don't ask me who it was to... but the end, of course, is the release. Freedom. Don't let anyone chain you down.

A poem about abortion and love through the baby's eyes. It's kinda sad. But please R&R. Thanks.

This is a poem about me as a Christian, defying Satan.

a poem i wrote at work that tells you who you are in Jesus' eyes and who he expects you to be

It's disturbing. That's the way I wrote it, and this is something you should be well aware of before you get into it. I think it turned out well, though.

Happy Easter! This is a piece for my Father who has risen on this day...

a way i've been feeling. for a while, i thought it was my bf i needed and then realized i should be looking to God, but i'm having a harder time to. i'm not going to lose faith, i'm just going through a difficult time. plz r&r.

this one is acctually really weird. i got bored in history today so i just started writing. its not really like any of the others iv written

this is dedicated to lucifer. you may get me down, but you can't keep me that way becuz God is on my side. and i don't care what you say but i will say this: I forgive you and am going to pray for you anyways. thank you.

A poem about my favourite childhood toy.

A poem written to commemorate the one-year anniversary of September 11.