A strange new girl by the name of Snailey White comes to Nina's school, prompting Nina to find out the secret of her past.

Hear the song of the siren, sailor...

The night was dark, the night was black/ And I was off the beaten track. (And we all know what that leads to, don't we? MWAHAHA)

Sometimes, though I try/ I find I simply can not care. You ever feel sort of blah, if you know what I mean? I think its worse than feeling depressed, but that's a matter of opinion of course.

The rambling thoughts of a writer trying to come up with a story topic.

Here is quiet, here is calm/A haven round the child. A nativity poem.

Me and my mom were driving home from from church a while ago, and the moon looked so hard and beautiful that I had to compose this on the spot.

A short and homey tale I wrote in light of the oncoming season. A young man goes out to find some mistletoe...

A pathway lies before me, leading who knows where...

Are roses really red? Are violets really blue?

Anybody else tired of poems that just HAVE to be deep and depressing and socially revelatory? Anyone?

For all those who wonder why I never seem to hear what they are saying.

Questions to someone who can see through the worldgate.

The Night Horse rides while mortals sleep...

This a poem to my true love, even though I have no idea who he is yet.

Everything will crumble/ Everything will fall.

An arrogant young girl wakes up one morning to discover that the spirits have Blessed her while she slept.