A simple chandelier, calling upon memories.

Okay, this is probably the most personal poem I've ever written, just broken pieces of my feelings. Please read and review.

The loneliness and peacefulness of a wolf's night. Please R &R!

No angsty words, no terrifying storms, just numb, and that's probably the scarest thing I've ever felt. Please R&R

Prisoned, yet free. Free, yet a prisoner...

What is bravery? It is to rise up after a fall, no matter how much you want to stay lying down, and finding out you know more than you did.

An adventure story complete with star-borne twins, robots, the land across the sky, talking squirrels and winged horses. klacialand is just a temporary name. It's kinda narnia-ish, but hey that's pure coincidence.Pleaz R&R!Just tell me what u think of it!

To avoid forced marriage to someone she despises, Melanie rans away from the only home she knew. Will she live through the dangers of the wild? Please R&R and tell me what you think! Any suggestions are welcomed!

Storms.

Guess that's just how life goes

Another sad Christmas poem.

Personaly I think this is my most successful poem. I spent a lot of time revising it so it flows. Please R&R!

This is a sort of sequel to Crash!, it's certainly related to it. Both are real, this one might be more emotional. R&R!

I reall don't know what I think of this. It's a thought that has been nagging me for several weeks, and I'm trying to capture this thought on paper in words. Please R&R.

Memories. Please R&R.

Questions and Answers. It's that simple.

Read it and see for yourself

What the title says

This is no parady or dreaming imagination. It really happened to me on Tuesday.

Poetry need no summarizing

Just something I wrote in memory of Edgar Allen Poe...okay, not really, but read it and see what you make of it.

Something I wrote for a state test preparation. It's real, with a little writer's touches.

Yeah, Christmas is special to us. But imagine if you are a beggar on the street, cold and hungry, while all others are celebrating inside, around a warm glowing fire. TO them, it's merely another Christmas.

Wondering out aloud. You can come and take a peek.

For lack of a better category, this poem got put into Life. Call it a phase, or something else truthful.

Everyday life, slaves, or whatever.

An odd little poem, see for yourself what it's about.

I wrote the words in the poem; there's no reason for me to explain them, too.

A poem about life.

Just a poem I wrote for school about water, fire, destruction, and life.