"I think I love you, Hal." He said lackadaisically. I pushed his hands off my shoulders. I couldn't listen to his nonsense and it didn't help that I let him act this way with me. "You need help Gavin. Plus, you're drunk." This was too much for a girl to handle so late at night.

Anna Mitchell has always been obsessed. She has loved goths since the time she first met one. But her obsession has taken a new twist, in the form of a certain blue-haired goth boy. Just how far will she go to get his attention?

Anna develops a fear for romantic relationships due to her father’s constant abuse. So what happens when she unintentionally attracts the attention of a mysterious bad boy? *On Hold for editing.*

...Since knowing is half the battle.

I thought it fitting for my first post here. This is the way I feel sometimes when I read a really wonderful poem.

well it should be kinda self explainitory

Reposdt...grrrrr. Poem about...love and stuff

Depressive dreams, haunting, taunting. Never mine to hold. Inspired by Melissa/Claudio

I wish I could write these happier ones better, but it seems that unhappyness motivates and inspires better..

Ohwee...he's cute. Should I go over there? I wonder what he thinks about me? I'm going to go over there. This is a poem is about just that. Enjoy.

love is the root of all evil

think wet snow

The only poem I will do about the war. Not Happy poem. R&R.

Those who know will know what I'm talking about. It doesn't really come close to describing it but it wanted to be writen. r/r plz

You can never be just friends

I wrote this in somewhat of a pessimistic mood but it still rings true...

sighs...

After a drunken night, Lira wakes up next to Jude, a childhood nemesis. It gets worse when they find that they’re married. But when an opportunity too good to pass up presents itself, what will happen when they stay married?

/..\

This one is about blind faith.

poem written for a friend that i was losing to the "popuar' crowd

A new take on spiritual questioning

The story of a girl who fell

You collect the bones of the fallen lovers that have died in your name.

being...er...engulfed by the darkness...

Wow! For once a non-perverted, dirty, or humorous limerick! -gasp- Morbidity conquers all!