For all of those wound-up, not-so-laid-back poeple.

This one doesn't get a summary.

For my friend and only Love.

Scary reading... I surprised myself when I wrote it.

For a friend.

This is too short to summarize. PG for a hint of sexual content.

I awoke one morning and realized that everything I'd been holding onto was weighing me down. And so I dropped every last bit of it.

Here's #30. Also my final piece of work.

Yes. Exactly.

A poem for the person whom I have given the shards of my broken heart to.

I feel as if there is nothing for me in this life.

Must I explain this one?

There are so many of these in the world today.

This one's too short for a summary.

Ever had someone discriminate against you based on the way you look? Of course. We all have.

Probably the hardest to understand of all my poems. If you don't know much Greek mythology, you might not get it.

Another weather-inspired piece.

...Summaries spoil the art! It's short! Just read!

Inspired by the song "This Is Not" by Static-X. Rock on Wayne!

A poem about expressing the true self.

A poem about exactly that. Silence.

A simple question for the powers that be.

This is about the kewlest kind of weather. What else?

A poem with an extremely interesting title.

My own little perfect world.

All of us, sometime in our lives, feel exactly this way.

Just a dream. But dreams can still hurt.

One of my greatest (and most unrealistic) dreams.

Some stuff I scribbled onto a piece of paper.

An argument I had with myself one day. A very productive argument, I might add.

This visualization of myself popped into my brain one night.

One breezy eveing I was looking out my window... This is what came to me.

The thoughts that continually bounce around in my head throughout the day.

Everyone eventually becomes lost in the hellish maze we call life.

Memories of the past few years which I love and hate the most.

A plea for help from all of us sick, depressed, and lonely people.

My first attempt at poetry. It's not that great, but I felt so much better when I wrote this down. Guess it just had to come out of me.