I can't just let you remember me and grieve, when I've moved on.

Love can often be described as a consuming fire, but in my world it is a weapon of ice.

In memory of the car accident that took my friend Avery's life; October 1st,1990 - September 30th, 2007.

A sonnet depicting the loss a woman suffers as a result of a fire.

From the corner of your world I took your broken mind.

Empty echoes reaching backwards.... In commemoration to the children who died in the Pennsylvanian Amish Community school shooting on October the second, 2006

Shut eyes can block the sight, but laughter seeps through.

Where we shall one day know again, sweet child, away from all our wars.

She didn't look over her shoulder as she felt she should. She didn't run. She was too ensnared in the beauty at dusk.

When there's nothing left in their world, they'll come for the untouched land of the west.

A different kind of entrapment

When all we have is now.

We were all set to worship our destroyers.

In all my mortal years, I have one piece of advice for my brethren: never fall in love with an immortal.

Not everything can be explained in quantity and reaction, my Alchemist.

As a short interest piece for an application, I wrote this. It details how my whole life stems from the existence of words.

The mind can be a battlefront in all cases.

If only we could remember what all this is about.. maybe then we can find our home.

Sandcastles were built in your name, to honour your abandonment.

You tried to rape me when I came to you, but now you are the one who ache.

Will you return to us one day, our sister?

Companion to 'Digital Walkways'. You captured what I had to offer with your charm.

You left to find yourself, but now we can't find you. We hope you know whom to trust..

The sidhe usurper now comes to reign.

Angels played in the sand we left on the beach.

What can I do to keep you from hating all that I have?

Forgotten on the lips of crimson wineglasses, your story shall never be known.

You are our god, come to rest among us.

Not a thing of this world can touch you any longer.

I was forever at your side though you could not see me. I helped guide your hand with the dead. The only time you truly saw me was when it was too late.

For Djailanii, because he can't be mine. [Also entitled: The Six Hour Curse]

I never knew you, but you took my body and used it. You became knowledgeable of my body in a way only meant for another. [It's not visibly apparent what this is about, by the way.]

I was your creation until you died, dissolving from your dreamscape as your body dissolved from your world beneath your unknowing mind.

You followed my unique, shining beauty and taught me to love myself, just as you did to me. I was fallen, but you showed me my path. Part of the 'Odyssey of an Angel' saga.

Simple as that!

She made these choices for herself and for them, and now they were tearing her wings apart. An 'Odyssey of an Angel' piece.

Set in a time in our world where technology is beautiful, and nature is scary. It wants its place back.

Beautiful things are dangerous too. - A different take on the world

Thinking something is right doesn't give you the right to do it.

I never realised your love until almost too late. But then that realisation gave us so much more...

I never should've spoken... just go away.

[Of a girl who finally finds...] I am in no way contemplating or condoning suicide. [...acceptance]

His soul locked in a violin case. His life given to a woman he loved. He gave her everything except the one thing locked up tight. Until one day...

He painted his memories until he had used them all up... what else was there left to paint except for...

She was a girl bathed in words, bled from many a man's pen. She thought she could love again after being hurt so many times before. They just drove it deeper.

Love becomes all there is to a drug user. But the woman they see seducing them is really just in their imagination from the stimulant.

The lilac is eternity and the rose the prick of passion. The supernatural can be seen through the image of a flower; and love from one to the other.

Even though our eyes may close forever, I always see you in my memories.

A surreal twist to: "Don't give up without trying your hardest at first. "

We truly are at war, here, whether we know it or not. Guard yourself and keep your hearts from temptation...

"In the end that's all I was, but none of it was me." - Ashamed of the lfie I lived before. Focus on what I was, not the after-effects.

You can't be gentle in this world if you can't put away certain parts of who you are.

I have lost all of my white feathers... they are all, now, black... each of the fallen come to me, their angel, in my garden, and give me my dues.

It's forever, and I'm trapped on one side of this thick glass wall...

The darkness is so much bigger than the light the stars give off...

We're secret, but you affect me too much. Why don't you see me in the crowd... but do see me when we're alone?

You're a lover, a friend, but a secret... we're in this for selfish motives, aren't we?

You can't see me if I don't want you to... but my inside wants you to, as well...

Completely metaphorical analogy about how we can only see the light if we forget about the darkness around. We must realsie the shadows are there first.

It's all falling down around her, and she tries to figure out who her murderer is... only to realise...

A reality of love is always there. Just eb quick before you lose them.

Heaven is grand, but it needs our trust.

The theme of this grouping of poems is about those people that have made bad choices in their life, or something has screwed up, and they've 'fallen from grace'.

I create a world of hope to escape the lies... but this world is a lie as well. Written because of my many screw-ups.

Written for a friend of mine as she contemplates suicide. As she is determined... Please let this sway her.

It goes on no matter what. We looked after that long ago.

It's... metaphorically talking about prostitutes.

You hate yourself, I hate you... I like you only when you love me.

I thought I kenw you, But more and more I realised... I didn't.

A lyric poem (paragraph broken into poetry) about what was troubling me about... a week ago.

She sat down... well let's see what happens! It's a limerick.

A found poem about... actually, I don't know what it's about.

Bruised she may be, she desrerves to win.

A growing collection of Haikus about many random things! Some serious, some playful, some to make you think!

"Even in death, our love goes on..." (Evanescence) This poem can be comprehended... any way.

She's inside, trying to find her way out.

She awaits my kind words and is a servant to my every whim... My little blood doll...

I can't go wandering without me.

You're my other piece I've been searching for so long, but I can't work myself up to finding you anymore... It's too late.

I see her staring back at me...

Short, but what truly seems to happen to the world...

I'll be here to watch you and help you, but when your time comes...

Too sick to think, I let the prettiness pull me down, until i relaised it wasn't what it had seemed to be.

I can hear you in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming. - Amy Lee/Evanescence

On reste dans notre Zone tout le temps. - We are always staying in our Zone.

I tired to be me for their sakes as well as mine, but I was too fake. They wouldn't believe it was me, so I hid.

I reflect on what this child has given me, when before he was a curse...

Musings and prose I wrote for my boyfriend, Mike Isard... Check them out! I showed them to some people at school, and I'm really happy with the results.

Don't let us fade away, my love.

The same thing that is good for us, pulls us in in the end... The deep waters of angst and forgiveness...

Make love to me, sweet dreamer; this is our only night.

To sit and watch him from the shadows, I listen to his tortured laments. But he can never trust me enough to tell me the truth. This is our lie - this is our threnody. A companion piece to Mike Isard's 'Violinist in the Chapel'.

We shall cease to be, when our souls can no longer cooperate.

They can even find her in her field of dreams, where she thought she would be safe. They trampled her under their careless motions, and left her there to ponder.

Too much sorrow is like an arrow - not as bad as a gun wound, but still killing you slowly if not treated correctly. Inspired by a drawing done by Mike Isard, one of my best buds.

Life and Despair go hand in hand, one after the other. We cna never escape this. Because Life is Death and Birth is Death and Death is Life... all in all...

[I look like you...] A poem I wrote for my mother for Christmas. [I used to hate that; but now I embrace it.]

A poem I wrote for my father for Christmas. It speaks of how I still love him no matter how frustrated I seem. The love causes the frustration...

A friendship gone awry; the circle kills us in the end.

You kill it all with your love, foolish child...

Restarting life with no memory can be a gift. View it as so.

Inspired again by The Day After Tomorrow. I love that film. Nature is not a force to be reckoned with.

The Day After Tomorrow inspires me sooo much... written a while ago. My... one and possibly only rhyming poem.

What is a mirror? Sure, we know the scientific definition, but what, truly, is a mirror in reality?

I'm sorry is always too late.

A poem in... honour I suppose you could say... of my first boyfriend... (Nothing of the kind - all you will find is hate and pain in here)

I will only be forgotten if you let it happen.

The drowning death of a wonderful friendship. Short yet sweet.

Is Death really as bad as we have thought it to be?

Seriously... a poem about writer's block... Gah!

They torture my body and mind... but I stay strong and pull myself away - step out of my body...

What if thinking was something that was wrong?

My world is untouched by anything else... I do what I wish to do, oblivious to others... A poem I wrote a LONG while ago (beginning of grade 8) that I think still deserves to be recognized.

A poem wirtten as I watched my two best friends (who just got back together) giggling and laughing together... their smiles were so amazing...

A poem written fro a friend who has been going through some hard times... She cried, she was so happy when she read it. It speaks about how I'm always there for her and how I always WILL be.

[ You decide the ending and I write it and dedicate it for you! ] Chelsea has been hearing a voice in her head, but it's always been distant. Until now, when it's close... [ Ending one put up ] [ Rating changed ] [ Please R&R! ]

You can no longer be naive, you gave up that right years ago!

A rather melancholic little piece that I wrote about a woman who has nothing else except dancing left for her.

It's a sad thing for a girl of Lori's age to be so... contemplative about the wrong sort of things. She tries so hard, yet the harder she tries the harder it is for her. It's a sad thing for her to ask that one question...

are always thinking A girl kidnapped, a friend in sorrow. Their bracelets keep them linked just for the faof each other. But when the friend receives an envelope, she knows friendship cannot overcome all.

What exactly would you do if your reflection stepped out of your mirror? A narcissistic woman soon finds out how others perceive her - the hard way.

To be a strong foundation for my friends...

I'm flying...!

I don't need you!

I'd do anything for you...

Why did you have to be my saviour? Why couldn't you just let me go?

Her teeth so gleaming, dark of the night... Inspired by my French teacher as I sit in ehr class and listen to her!

It truly is not a metaphor... no matter what you think. Life don't work that way; it always pulls nasty surprises on you!

It's deeper than you'd think! About pieces of paper that are often never used and just thrown away instead of recycled. You don't even know that I'm talking about paper!

A lament to Chelsea.

The power of the moon overcomes few, but for those that it does, they must give up much. Chelsea's story.

Why won't you be quiet! Some of us like silence around here!

No one remembers me after I died...

Innocence in others is something that only those who have lost it can save. But they rarely help...

You hear things, but you don't HEAR them.

After pain, there is no longer any... And death comes afterwards. Why are so many people afraid of death... if there is no pain?

She is what people are afraid of, but she really isn't that bad. She hears things at a different level than us... listen with her...

Follows you home... A quick poem that flows uber-well, in a new style I love! :D

For everything there is a consequence... damn the consequencces!

She killed them all, and then herself, all for the sake of answering their wishes...

Dangling, shimmering, my necklace sees all - though I may not

What did I do that sent my friends away? Something must be wrong with me...

I could've pushed him, his body tumbling down those stairs in my moments of anger - The result of a fight with my dad (Thank goodness I didn't push him, however)

Blood swirling, pain ebbing, drowning herself to sorrow's persuasion...

Inspired by Manuel Fajar! - The Hot Rocks are here to burn us when we have screwed up too much.

It all started with a masterpiece, then slowly grew into obsession. The art was now the horror, the hunted now the hunter.

PG for one word. Shelter is not what one with wings wants. They want to be free... soar through the sky!

A metaphorical poem about how deception and guilt takes over one's mind.

Show me your weakness; Come on, I dare you... Why can't you? You're losing me...

Stop trying to conform me! Stop shoving that bible down my throat! Can't I follow more than one belief?

Why won't you kill my body? You've already hurt me enough.

You catch me when I fall. Thank you.

Someone to watch over me...

Why do you feel so depressed about the small stuff? Why did you kill yourself because of it? Now I'm mad, because you had no reason to...

Do I want to feel my love for and from you, or security?

Climbing... can't stop... I want to jump... can't stop thinking it...

A poem I wrote after the officials at my camp fired many of my friends... My other friends read this poem and backed away... Be Warned.

Why do you always have to cry so much? ... Put a smile on, sweetie! - A happy poem for once!

Sister poem to 'My Downfall' - Too much love can be a bad thing.

Two lovers, quarreling. A gun is pulled and now one haunts the other wherever he goes...

Secrets are my downfall, and he no longer loves me. But I still love him... It's hard to love someone who doesn't love you back.

A lone man on the edge of the waters outside Manhattan, views the destruction of September 11th. May their suffering cease.

A short, scary poem about a curse brought onto a ghoul. picture included

What if I looked you in the eye and told you your life would be something it wouldn't...? What would you do?

A morbid/different view on how people/the world copes with sickness. What is the world coming to?

Sadness comes to even the Immortal Goddess. picture included

A little bit of a horrid outlook on my life. It has nothing really to do with my life, but it's generalistic. One of my best work,

A little poem inspired by a pic I saw while surfing the net. Thsi is written about change

A look at how people go by each day, changing their tune.