Humor, death, bamboo, flutes, eclipses, love, angst, war, tea, moon . . . grin, laugh, weep, scowl or comment. Haikus (5-7-5), Tankas (5-7-5-7-7) or Rengas (grouped Haikus or Tankas). Or, 7-5-7 or 7-7-5 or, . . . Chronologically.

it's the number i hate, the hours i can't sleep away. one day. one year. you are everything, but you don't know how tangled i still am. REMOVED.

i would have hoped us for the better

you were always so dangerous and persuasive, but i'll forgive you because you're my everything

yeah,yeah. sorrow is understandable but are you?

please bring your own oxygen...

Part poem, part prose, part monologue. All biographical. Everything that happened on July 12, 2005 and afterward.

your eyes contained the universe.

It's easier for her to walk through the shadows of others then it is to meander through the looking glass.

[So Much More / A Million Tears]. I hope you like this poem!

in memory of the things that have caused me to fall, b r e a k & bleed. [complete]

her cherry cola stained ego

I'm quite the sad and depressed little person these days, and some assholes in this world arent making my life any easier. [experimental style, constructive criticism needed, no need for sugar coating, damned writing teacher is pissing me off]

she used to do tai chi in her backyard.

summer's coming, and suicide can't touch us.

romeo, oh romeo, where the frick, is my cell phone?

Broken universe.

Wade though favoritism and nepotism and throw my head up when I hit air.

For once I'd like to write something that doesn't break apart in transit.

Darling, you need to draw on the walls.

my construct splintered. REMOVED.

the way we perceive (every thought, breath, and glance) little things differently.

an old story. hearts [s2]

[dwarfed] Shortest summary of my life I've ever written deliberately.

life doesn't always turn out how you plan

...when the mirror broke.

[playful] Something about her shade.

Maybe too bitter.

apologies for the cliched title, this is kinda weird, but i think im pleased :)

promise rings.

I paint my toenails the shade of mermaid scales (to cover up the secret slut inside me).

i'm falling but i know he wont let me crash land

I wanted your kiss on my cheek again.

Give me a secret and ask me no questions.

Im not sure about the title.. or if i should get rid of the stanzas.. its about missing some one... reviews & suggestions appreciated greatly

This boy has driven me insane...Insanely in love!

Falling sidelong across this moonbeam known as my soul.

Angry then happy then kicking then kissing...