I see peace in the eyes of my soldier as he sleeps.

Guess.

A teardrop in my tea tastes bittersweet.

Inspired by the movie 'We Were Soldiers'.

My favorite place on Earth.

There is no boundary to the loneliness I feel.

About someone I once went out with

Lost love.

A poem I wrote for my mom on Mother's Day.

A girl's best friend.

A girl watches a cadet one cold, winter afternoon.

It was then I knew he'd always be there.

The baby has many of his family's traits, but one special thing is his own.

The parents hand the baby off to you, and you think about him as look down upon him.

Written for my boyfriend and his sister.

Exactly what it says.

I've written so many poems about her, for years and years.

I'm not good at sappy love poems, so I'll try a somber one.

He's always gone.

I don't ever have long enough with him, and I probably never will.

I'm in love.

At first I thought it tasted funny..then I grew to like it.

Written for a new-found artist friend.

She uncorked a bottle called murder.

Redrum, redrum.

Online relationship.

Self-portrait, overly dramatic poem.

Love is wonderful, love is not-so-wonderful.

I've been watching a lot of creepy videos lately. Wanted to try my hand at a horror story. The introduction, tell me what you think.

Pretty basic.

I'm jealous of my cute, young, married, across-the-street, just-had-a-baby, neighbor.

Just about questioning yourself, analyzing your age, looking at maturation.

About the duration of life...it's so slow, yet so fast.

Inspired by a controversial museum exhibit.

I think he's the only guy I ever really loved and miss.

The kids I watch are so abusive and destructive, so I wrote this for them.

Written like a pick-up line. From a male perspective.

Oooh, wordplay.

Be mystified by synesthesia.

Just a dream...

On a journey, going nowhere fast. And I don't need to, either.

An old poem I recently found. Saddness for another.

Reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven". For an anonymous friend.

A tentative story I started at the beach. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with it, so let me know if you like it. Then I'll add more chapters.

Ex-boyfriend fights provide good incentive to write emo songs.

Love sucks.

I've written about a million poems about this friend. They're all the same.

When you think of somebody constantly, they're 'in mind'.

Every time I look at him, his eyes look like glass. No emotion, no feeling.

A poem about understanding my age, 16.

Written after a bad math grade a while back. I just re-discovered this piece.

Inspired by an art fair. There were beautiful mosaic pieces made by a man, and they reminded me, in essence, of people.

Written after a crappy report card math grade.

Probably the shortest piece I will ever put on this site. I tried adding to it, but I think it sounded more complete with only 15 words.

Not really a religious poem, just mentions of God and Heaven. Inspired by the word "adios", which really means "to God"

I just got to thinkin'...

Inspired by birds outside on a warm, blue-skyed day.

No idea how to summarize. I've taken a liking to writing about venom of all sorts.

A mix of psychology and medicine in my head.

Whoring.

Betcha can't guess the theme and personification in this one...

I hate forcing rhymes. Oh well.

It's sad but true.

Not sure where this came from, but for once I wrote something that almost sounds poetic about love.

Inspired by a song.

Been working on this for a while. I'm not a fan of the Bush Administration. Kind of has a September 11th theme.

Must thank my friend for grinding 'big sour juicy lemons' into my brain and inspiring me to actually make it into a poem. Short and unsweetened.

Completely true.

I was watching a show that featured a rave with a bunch of stobe lights, and then I made this poem.

I wrote down a list of words that reminds me of the hospital, and I made them into a poem.

Based on a real experience that I had a dream about the next day. I wrote it during history class and added details to make it more tragic. (it was rather uneventful in my dream)

I was thinking about my obsession with words before bed last night, and I combined it with thoughts of my senses.

This is pretty much based on a poem I almost wrote, before my feelings took an 180 degree turn.

A love that wasn't really there. I really like some lines...others just wouldn't come forth.

I began writing a poem about makeup, which I loathe, but it evolved into a poem about females in general.

Characters are loosely based on me. Tentative story...

Basically this is a poem dedicated to all the men and women serving our country.

Well, I have no idea where this came from. I'm pretty sure it's completely fictional. I thought it was pretty cliche sounding.

I'm such an assumer. Once again, I thought wrong of someone, and this was the result.

A parody of Avril Lavigne's "Sk8er Boi".

Well, I finally got my damaging hurricane. This poem is pretty old...I can't even remember if it was Ivan or Jeanne.

Angst-humor...is that possible? I love boys that hold open doors. There's not many of 'em out there anymore...

I was told to write when feeling upset. This is the result. Ah, anger-induced poetry.

Dunno where this one came from. I wasn't upset at all the night I wrote it. I just jotted down what I could think of, and this is the result.

I'm proud of the first 4 lines, but the rest doesn't seem to measure up. Oh well. Started this one night when I was really upset, finished it with whatever seemed suitable.

Pretty old, but I could never get it to work. Finally I wrapped it up, and this is what it turned into. About a guy who really did like me. I assumed he didn't because he didn't call.

A compilation of dreams. Some of these I've had frequently, some only once.

I actually wrote this for a contest, but couldn't submit it due to the fact that I'd have to become a paying member of the website. You were supposed to write something based on a picture, and the picture was an angel with a baby in her arms.

I wanted to test my language skills and see if I could write a whole poem in spanish.If you'd like a tranlastion, email me.

Dunno how to describe this one. I've let too many good oppurtunities go. If it's in parenthesis, it's sung at the same time as the line.

Composed this piece quickly, then went back and edited it to make sense. Just wrote down what I was feeling. Sections start and end where a line is tabbed in to show stages.

Also tied in to Charley. I told everyone here we'd be fine in the storm, but no one believed me. They stuck by the pansy newscasters, only to find out that I was right.

You've probably heard of Hurricane Charley. I'm from the area of FL Charley completely missed, even though we were supposed to be directly hit. It made me sad. I'm a weather nut.

I wrote this for a friend who recently lost a friend of his. Some of it sounds cliche, but I tried to make it the least bit possible.

Inspired by an expensive Chinese restaurant called P.F. Chang's. It also incorporates the whole 'man+girl with food= love' thing.

This is a parody of how so many people act online. The misspellings are used to mock internet lingo. Please forgive the formatting; I used notepad, so it's kinda screwed up.

My little brother is getting ready to start middle school. I wanted to write a sappy poem for him, but I turned it kind of humorous toward the middle.

Written about every gorgeous guy I've ever walked past and not stopped. Mostly inspired by the cute ones at the Warped Tour... wink

A short poem about being uncomfortable with outside appearence while your inside begs to be shown.

Pretty title-explanatory. I live in Florida but I don't like it here, so this is what I think of the wonderous Sunshine State.

Living in a place of little or no natural beauty beyond sunsets, I get inspired when I'm outside a lot. This is a lake in Wisconsin that I stayed on.

This is written to someone, I think he'll know if he reads it.

Also about the same friend as "Horrid" and "Envy". This one tells the truth about her.

It's directed toward someone I care about very much. It's supposed to convey a message to him.The way I read it, it's kind of got a song-like flow.

This is a poem that kind of goes along with "Envy". It's about the same friend and is equally as nasty.

Kind of personification for not telling someone the whole truth.

I miss him. Very much. This poem sounds dirty, but it's not. Sensual, maybe. Dirty, nah.

Sweet, realistic feeling in my head. Another Puerto Rico inspired thingy.

I wrote this after experiencing getting hit in the head with a sledge hammer on a mission trip in Puerto Rico. I kid you not. This is based off of what some guys told me after that incident

Written during my evening depression. It goes to a little tune I made up in my head. Kinda crazy and very fantasy-like. Also kinda cynical and gloomy.

This started out as a piece about a girl who felt fat around her boyfriend. I think it developed into something a little more...mature. Also a new writing style for me.

I have something against this guy. He's too amazing for his own good. Sorry to any fans of his. Flame me if you wish.

By the way my parents talk, I imagine this is how they look at our home. My view is there also.

Pretty title-explanatory. A poem about leaving. I used a new style with a bit of repetition. I like the way it turned out.

Basically, the title explains it.

A fictional essay I wrote from a girl's standpoint (not my own). It's about young love.

Inspired by the St. Augustine Lighthouse in St. Augustine, FL. I went a tad crazy with the semi-colons.

I hope he likes it. Spanish titles are always fun.

I was studying for a Bio test and got really fed up. Just a sucky poem to show what I was feeling.

Death by drug overdose.

Definately not my best or longest work, but I've been needing to get this outta my head for a while. It's about someone I used to know.

A girl calls up her friend to talk. She gets a little more than talk. Sappy, sappy, sappy.

Rating for the evilness and murder parts. I curse a couple times too. Written while mad at a friend.

It's supposed to be a tornado. A new style that I think I made up.

Partly written from a true experience about someone I used to know and care about.

This is a joke song that I made up in an IM. My friend Mike (Mike Beck on this site) edited it, so he gets credit too.It goes to the tune of SpongeBob's theme song.

One of my favorites. A sad kind of end-of-the-world sounding piece.

The creepy "I'm not telling you everything" type of writing I like my readers to try and figure out.

I'm so not funny...

Originally a song. I dunno why I decided to write bout a subject like this..I've never been in this situation. Scum-suckin' males.

It's kinda fiction...but yet a poem. A love writing.

Eh...sometimes I don't like myself.

Originally a song. Basically it's someone stuck in situations that they can't get out of like they wish they could.

Got the idea from Violent Sylence. It's bloodshed and battle and commemoration, put very simply.

Don't we all feel like outcasts sometimes? Or rather wish we were them...

One of those crazy thoughts in my head.

I was mad at a selfish person.