The in-laws-to-be make an unspoken request of their child's lover.

Because we've all felt it: one look and we fall on our knees before them. This is the first time.

This is just to prove I'm not dead. An essay about the forms our words make for us..Rated PG for a wee bit of harsh language, although probably nothing my ten-year-old cousin hasn't heard before, unless it's too archaic. I can really kill a summary, can't

This poem can be interpreted as a) a scathing look at pop culture; b) bittersweet reminiscing on how fast innocence is lost nowadays; or c) free-verse interspaced with addictive 90's pop lyrics.

A cute, fluffy, and star-studded account of a first school play.

After the show, the curtain goes back up, the lights come back on, and life goes on, just the same as always. Because there's more to life than just being in a show. Right?

Middle school, cliques, the ties that bind, the ties that break...

You kept what was most precious to you so dear, and you never, ever considered letting it go...too late.

The paralyzing emotion, and seeing others in love...

Despite everything, why do people still believe?

Every year, my school asks the students to submit entries for the Teacher Recognition Award, which honors teachers for their accomplishments in both teaching and in kids' self-esteem. This is my entry -- written in honor of my gym teacher. ^_-

To think, to feel, to know, to see...

This poem compares two things which I've always felt were linked; nevertheless, most people might not like the comparision.

A bed. Two people. And her thoughts.

Analytic introspection -- a way of analyzing the mind. Let's see what happens.

Romance. Proseish poetry which I don't feel like explaining.

An unrhyming, free-verse poem. Why? 'Cause I felt like it.

Insert exciting summary here. It's a stream-of-consciousness. Exciting, no?

It's sometimes more difficult to be the crushee than the crusher, especially when the crush is unrequited..

A love story, sort of. Very short, very pure. Should not be burdened down with explanations like these.

This poem is rated R because it deals with self-mulitation and scares me with the depth of emotion put into it.

A poem I scribbled down...seperating your mind from reality...

This is...not a song, but not *not* a song, about getting away from where you've lived.