To the end of your days, you have clung to your religion, and your God. Now you have a name for the horrors you dream of.

Protect your woman, the world wants her far more than you ever could.

The fiber of dandelions, such sweet little flowers; I lie to the world to lie to myself.

(A blackberry bush fell in love with me and did not want to let go.)

If we do not speak.

Love doesn't have to be a woman's for a man, or even vice versa. But there's a reason why that's what we aim for, isn't there?

Because prophets never gave us any hope. Best described as an experiment in style, but with vague purpose.

Tell me, Child, the road- its going somewhere, outside the- outside the- tell me, child, for I am too afraid to know.

Alice in the looking glass, Alice in the chair... White Rabbit running blind, going no where somewhere anywhere. Heavy use of Alice in Wonderland .

Alice the Dark, Alice the Light, Twins of the Wonderland, Twins: Day and Night. The judge and jury are waiting, Alice...

The man steals the mannequin, and then her heart. Does she love him?

Tell me, Lover, did you forget the sound of the bell? It'll ring forever, my song to tell."

Here was a drop that fell, and over there, you made that one. They're all the same, in the end.

Made of delusions, sickly, sweet, plump full of sugar, the Candy Witch sat and waited. Waited for life to flow down the chocolate mudslide and onto her honey-coated tongue.

Listen to me sing. I don't care if you can't hear me, you have to listen to me. You have to understand. You have to love me.

She was so important, so alone, and she was born to be these things. Ice... snow... ...she is cold.

they say this is not a Right place to be, but I love it here, your nightmare...

The rainbow in my life is brown. It's still pretty.

You want these little things, but if I don't love you, why should I give them to you?

Don't look at me that way, you'll read me all wrong.

Why would you pray if you did not have faith?

Starlight watches over us, my love. We are the starlight.

There are different kinds of people... I just feel so alone, if only because I'm nobody.

Anywhere is where I'd go, if you promised to always be by my side.

Who will love me when I am gone?

You carry a disease within you. It is called hope and I pray they'll never cure you.

An understanding as to why most don't believe in love at first sight after it's happened once or twice.

It isn't real, but I still dream of you, because I want it so bad.

Just because the starlight fails, we think all hope is lost. We are wrong.

Crazies and their lovers try to understand, but what more can be understood than that life is running sand.

You wish to fall asleep, you wish to be alone, but it's always forever in coming, and then you never remember the triumph...

A tribute to those dreams that we know were weird, even if we can't remember even vaguely what happened when we wake.

Paint a picture, kiss the paint. Are you lips purple or that healthy shade of red?

The tide cannot be caught. Try anyway. Freedom is endangering your sleep.

Do not hurt the silence, for it does love you, even when you are so foolish, with your dance of gained speed...

See these flowers? They inspire me to love, to fly, to touch, to die. Not because they're special, but because they're a divergence from the norm.

That queen of old has reawakened within your soul, and you are no longer good, but evil. How could you forsake me so after I loved you with all my heart?

Ignorance is bliss but I feel no bliss.

She's falling and hurting and doesn't know why or she does, but is afraid because that reason would mean she is not living, not really.

Two hearts, one life lived, in the end. Now all they have to do is get there.

...because I am afraid of it.

We are naked before the other, and find it awkward. We are naked in front of the mirror, and avert our eyes. Because being naked is like having all your secrets spilled.

Appreciate noise. To not hear noise is to loose half your sight.

She was deteriorating as fast as she could, to get away from the horrible feelings that consumed her.

It lies serene within my grasp, the lies serene and hard to grasp.

We were, and then we weren't. But we are again, because we remember the beautiful things.

There was the little one, caught in darkness, and the larger one, who had found its way to the light. And they forged a friendship...

Not religious, necessarily. the Betrayer laughs a bitter laugh as it weighs your heart on a scale and tells you you've chose the Wrong Way.

I wear a mask because there's nothing left from the trauma beneath it.

We are torn together, torn apart, but as always, I shall find you.

In Eden I see her, in her I see Eden... and yet, she is just as ugly as myself. How can this be?

Obsessed with Cheshire again... evil eyes blink and point the WRONG way AGAIN.

Your pain is always my gain.

Where will you go when it is all said and done? Don't go anywhere, I like it when you hide.

Bad Laughter will entangle and strangle you until your spent, and then she'll spit you out and leave you to crumble. Sorry hon, that's life.

She wanted to touch, she wanted to taste, and his rejection was enough to make her bleed...

[rated for mentions of selfharm] Lier.

I missed you, today. Who are you again?

[rated for mentions of suicide and self-harm] Someone call the ambulance, she's doing her dead-end thing again, and her hair isn't the only thing she'll cut because you forgot about her again tonight.

Want a change? Backtrack to your mistakes, then we'll think about redoing your life.

...ithoughtiwasbutiguessi'mnot... because you're never there, you never talk, we've drifted away, and it's all your fault. gods, someone save me...

Killjoy, when you finally come to me, like death in your own right, don't forget to kiss me once last time (you forgot to when you left last night).

Mistakes linger behind, and they had a purpose, they really did (once upon a time), but now they just haunt our pasty white faces to laugh at all our... (mistakes).

A mangled form of the never-ending question and its round-about answers (blanks that you can fill to fit your own wants and desires) and the parts that blotch out the sun you try to ignore.

What I see when I die.

i kissed a girl and she was sweet//i touched a boy and we fell in love// ...but there are consequences to taking advantage of those things you want.

A small girl, she laughed at the bad jokes and her lips always had a smirk on them, but everybody knew she was lost.

No one was satisfied at the end result.

A simple poem about the lack of focus, the unsure part of life, and confusion as to purpose and intent all around.

Afraid to take any hand offered, the Silence stays in shadow, waiting for the day when it can be like the rest of us.

Something new to taste, something new to love, and this is beyond anything any of us will ever be able to taste again...

A tribute to my damned self, to my damned love, to the damned world that which we live in, and the damned who wallow in fear all around us.

Why do you fight the sun, my love, when you are so afraid of the dark?

...and she lay down to go to sleep, the Boy Who Wasn't There taking away her fears for the night. The hand that wiped away her tears, was her own, however. Because the Boy Wasn't There.

Sometimes we just want someone, but no one's there, and we're stuck talking to ourselves.

Do this, for the sake of the world. Do this, so that the little children can die in peace, so that they don't have to know that there is blood being spilt.

That's a bit unheard of, isn't it? But maybe prejudices are clouding our judgement, and this -thing- has a right to care.

Friends are friends who stay gone long...

Please, just pretend that you care, pretend that you can - it might make my fall a little less painful.

We were drowning, but I remember that they told me: "if you're perfect (you're not perfect) you'll be saved just like the rest" - hypocrites, the lot of them.

and i fell yet again, into the fields of broken glass that littered the black void (telling me that i don't deserve it, but that i want it so bad)

It protects me, it makes me happy... why does it shed such big tears?

[rated for strong (violent) emotions portrayed] // and all i can do is wring your necks in hopes that you'll leave me the hell alone // i don't care if i fall // do i?

Can be taken many ways - but in any option, the ship is still the home of the damned and the lonely.

I am not up to your standards, by any means, because you - you are perfect, and I am not.

She was a good friend, a wonderful friend (but a little bit hard to grasp because she was so high in the skies)

dreams of the far-off kind always make me nauseous, but he was worth it (or so i thought)

i lied and cheated, just to win The Game, but in the end, it didn't matter because no one ever wins that Game.

"ran away by standing still" - surrounded by gray and nothing's nice anymore

"i'm afraid, but that's alright, because no one cares"

Everything has let me. Everything is fruitless, stuggle is futile. Doomed to failure, I fall...

Hello, my name is Greed.

Lighter than most of my stuff - about facing your future and making it better.

Four haikus based on wisdom.

[rated for abusive and self-harming themes] bleed sweet child//bleedandbruise//turnskinred//you've nothing to lose

Perception of the opposites, and the in-between.

[rated for abusive themes] br. o. ke. n are you, my r a g doll...

vital is your presence in my life // entitled to your love am i (but you cannot force love on anybody, so a compromise must be reached) please R&R

Doves - not truthful but 'pure'

Ravens - not pure but truthful

"give me mercy" and reality broke down at the sight of the lake of fears

[rated for suicidal themes] Death races to those who know dread. He ignores those who would welcome him with open arms. Sound familiar?

Girls are made of lead. They're poisonous, beautiful, and rough around the edges - but only when no one is looking.

Pain. Apparently I love it. I know different. I know that I love you - I also know that you will n e v e r love me. So why bother?

A letter of sorts, to tell you that yes, I care, and no, I don't know what the hell anyone is saying anymore. Just another sign that shows my insanity, yes?

They say knowledge is power, but it has crippled me with pain.

my eyes are branded at the sight of you, my heart pains me as you stare right through me, and I know I fell too hard, too fast, but that's not exactly my fault, is it?

eternal stupidity and foolishness... how we loved thee...

kinda suicidal, not really - based on the fact that i always have to initiate contact with whomever i currently like

'Cause we twist about each other and even though I said it... we both knew it was a lie.

A simple look on that beauteous phrase...

shattered into a million pieces, I miss you, my concrete angel...

come to me my sweet lover, so that i may show you your head on a silver platter...

[rated for suicidal themes] like silk//like water//can't you see me lying dead on the sidelines?

Based on a picture of the Angel of Death that a friend drew. Not the best I've ever written, but it has a few good points.

i loathe the acronym... it's ruined my chance at happiness.

see this smile? it's always fake.

see? you know enough about me to decide (or so i thought), why can't you just say (yes) or (no?

[rated for suicidal themes] i ate the glass that was my heart, because i remain invisible...

[rated for suicidal ideals] Someday Not Near Me, I'm touching sky - but it's falling from my hand because of Y O U.

why... would anyone want to walk on the sun? wouldn't that burn? wouldn't that ache?

Mannequin's twin. And see how i kiss your dead brow // by loving you tenderly // i'm setting you free.

She's s.t.i.t.c.h.e.d perfection in my head // because you're my one and only doll to love - a story of me told from the guy's point of view. Very awesome. :}

he was dying but he still let me know that someone was there if only for a moment.

when you hit ground//i laughed and gave a small smile//knowing that without me you'd be nothing...

[rated for suicidal themes]

[rated for suicide] - i fell in love (but) didn't care and still took his smart advice... "do what's right"

bones taint my tomb and i can’t see the light // but here safe inside my womb i know everything will be all right

[rated for suicidal themes] i'm in love // (yes in love) // but the only way to get to him is through heaven - or so it would seem

waiting by the phone for someone to call...

they told me "someday you will be loved" and someday came a couple days ago...

[rated for homocidal themes] - it's just a kiss goodnight // something to make things feel a little right // nothing to really be worried about // no pain - a little gain...

(rated for language and suggestive content) - they talk to ensure their lives are done for the night

I lay down to sleep and thought this up, thought it did my thoughts justice... not really a poem, more a phrase that has deeper meanings than it should.

i can no longer stand because of you - you who have taken away my life - why? Please R&R

he picked her up, took her soul and said "it's alright" // she smiled like a doll and said "not tonight"

he took my heart and stepped on it (but)

[rated for suicide) so he stayed not perfect // willed away life

apathy and stoicness - they went together hand in hand (but couldn't bring themselves to show the real them on the wedding night).

I've got a cute face, i've tried to use it... all it got me was no where - please R&R - a rant/poem

make me think of//aggression (because you hate me and i hate you, though we didn't know it)

I'm your trophy (your pleasure, your pain) and I own you

I am angry (because i am trapped) though it is not obvious...

how to say "I Do"

Her lips are beautiful (i think i'll kiss them), all pert and bleeding as they are...

wrote this while looking at a lonely park bench. insane, no?

oh, how all us innocents - who do not understand the pains of love requited - would wish for this!

I don't want to wake up...

(rated for cursing) sitting on this cold concrete angel, i write to you a letter about apathetic loosers...

I want to reach, I need to reach, but I cannot

i don't care anymore because it's happened before, and i only have one hope to be free of these bullies (multiple meanings)

When he looks at me, I wonder why he says "no" and why he lies so much to himself and to others

Why we should never dream about trivial things

let us say we tried run away, but instead we stayed.

How you scream, how you shout, that you're not alone... but the truth...

another 'drowning' tale, but this time we're bathing in blood, not water...

yet once more IT has triumphed, and we're left in the mud

several different meanings, to be interperted as you wish.

Wrote it going down Interstate 5

eyes change, emotions change, everything comes and goes

Got the idea from Les Miserables, but it's pretty unique in itself.

touch her golden, she'll fly away, make her stay, she'll die anyway...

they make me different, not unique, and they shadow my life, and i wish i wish it didn't hurt so much

they should have mattered, but the nails digging into my skin make me think of other things...

prayer to the grim reaper... not what it sounds like.

Two haiku's about secrets hidden

Just a road trip, right?

They are brutal in their love...

Happily Ever After SUCKS

Final installment to Bones.

Third installment of Bones. Self explanatory

It lies within... what more do you want? Death?

Part 2: Hollow, lifeless, but with so much purpose, and so much meaning.

Part 1 has two meanings: lust and death

Insane asylums are called laughing houses. I wonder why...?

I love the word bitter, but used it one to many times to describe you, my love.

A disease that spreads itself about the world, it is no more than a simple emotion, and yet we all feel it and it devours us because it is -

Like the meat that got left out too long, we're all goin' to hell because someone forgot to LOVE and HATE.

Unrequited love again... only this time it's something a little bit worse, because he's laughing at me on top of rejecting me.

Life for those like me - in a nutshell - please R&R

it's so weird, and it's so cruel because it's all long distance, all out of reach, and all because of this damn thing we call -

He didn't know me, but took me in his arms anyway...

Eye candy. I picked the wrong one. Please R&R.

don't ask. just read. and review. if you're into crazies... this tops the cake, methinks, if I portrayed it right.

Eloquence when faced with Linkin Park is otherwised described as bs. But read it anyway, it's a new style for me, and I'd like some feedback.

Because you can't change what you can't see... a wonderfully gruesome poem I wrote the other night.

ohmygodohmygod can't believe I wrote this...

The last breath and someone's holding back time so that I'll never die.

I hate the way you love to hate me...

Dreams becoming real, a mere touch of reality upon our mind. Makes you wonder what is real, and what is not.

Sometimes we kill ourselves... and sometimes something does it for us, just for the sake of doing it.

Pink, a creation I despise. Pink, the blending of two very different things. Pink: the death of two birds to create a meaningless stone.

A simple, mindless noise, sickening to listen too, annoying to boot...

Road kill. Need I say more?

I cannot think, please be quiet! I cannot think, please, go away! And then leave me empty of all that I own, all that I may call myself...

Winter's bane hath become Winter's bone... not to be taken lightly.

What happens, I wonder, to our personalities as they mature? This is a somewhat dark outlook on the idea.

A fun thing I wrote when I was 13. Reasonably good, and fun to read out loud.

Secret have to be told to somebody, so why not choose the one person who could care less? At least the story won't be told, right?

'Bout life in general, though I was recalling 9/11 when I wrote it. Its sort of an irony, not to mention an oxymoron, if you can catch it.

The old lady sits down and begins to spin, but when you spin a story, you're spinning something far greater, though you may not know it.

Was supposed to be in IM format. About online... problems. Better than one expects, apparently.

Everybody knows what happens when you mature... (multiple meanings)

Why did I need you? I never needed you to obtain this state of being, and I've wasted so much time waiting for something. If you thought the wounds would be mere scratches, you were wrong. They are lacerations that have made me bleed to death.

And I tried to get out, but I couldn't see where I was...

Based on the question; 'would you rather be ignorant and happy, or weighed down by yourr extensive knowledge'

We are fools. What for?

Who I am is not who I was, but I am stuck here, forever to be who I will be one day.

If I could be blown away. If I could be swept away. But no, that never happens, does it?

What was given is now found, what was taken is now lost.

When I was 13, I was lost. I still am, of course, but a year is supposed to make a difference, right?

I give to you a puzzle. A fun little puzzle in the form of two-four word lines. Have fun.

Colder tests I have endured... this was the coldest.

Very dark, very weird. Dont even know why I wrote it... But here it is, and a bit long, so enjoy!