I worte this as a conclusion to my creative wiritng class but never handed it in. My first poem of the class was "too poetic" on the same theme.

the past reflects only through this broken glass

...of a boy

Cammie's past lived only in her nightmares, until now.

gone bad? or gone good?

what happens when your pillars collapse?

childish fear, adult imagination

very short poem.

short poem about how much I've wasted on the boys I've lusted after. lol

Written at age 15, I was very depressed, very unmedicated and very on the edge. It sounds like a typical I'm gonna kill myself poem, but at the time It was beautiful. and therefore, to me, it still is.

A poem about how I always seem to feel when I've missed a few too many doses of medicine.

The philosopher's stone: a magical substance which could turn any metal into gold, which could make one live forever.Lia was happy once. Lia was like every other teenager once upon a time... Now these sterile walls keep her safe; safe as can be when you'r