Things change when you have a gun.

Just read it.

My question for the big guy.

who is to blamed?

this is to the one person who will not read it on pricipals. the person i love the person i hate the person i lived for and will some day die for

it sort of deals with setteling for being contentin this modern suburben life. Just accepting things.

do you ever wonder when everything changed. Ever wake up and relize you know nothing that really matters just facts. ever want proof that you exist.

I wrote this over a year ago while at the hospital. please R&R

Poeple are replacible and dissposible. I use to think i mattered but now i know better.

It hurts to care for someone who is self-destructive, exspecialy when your mute.

You shouldn't even trust yourself.

rather abstract. If you like poetry you'll like this. Personally i think it is one of my best thanks

it all depends on your point of view.

Friends are what makes life worth living and help you. I guess i'm not as good of a friend, i don't know how to save people.

Another short story for "God for Robots." this one is about a forgotten rock star who can't escape the past but a child helps him accept the future.

Going a long time without sleep...messes with your head. I rewrote this clear headed and fixed a lot. R&R

You have two options after the end you can remeber or you can forget.

Love is a curse when met by cruelty.

as in the game...Hide and seek.

Isn't reverse psychology wierd.

i think its an extended metaphor tell me what i'm symbolising.

I tend to over think things or not think at all, this was one of those moments i didn't think. I went crazy for a day and not the fun crazy, the bad scary crazy. Love can make you do that.

this is an experimentary piece. Its one of the short stories I’m writing for “God for Robots.” Stories about people who are left by god. This one is about a Junkie. It might disturb those who know me personally.

its basiclly about being your self and accepting no one is perfect. please R&R

READ IT! you will not regret it! this is probably my best free verse poems. sorta dark for me but still good R&R!

i had a dream and this kid i don't know came to my rescue in it. This is my thankyou to him. Kind of rambles.

one of my best i think. its a very long metaphor about the thruth about dreams or more so the deceit of dreams. don't read unless you love sybolism ah and hy original format was much nicer but yeah.

Marionetts are those string puppets. SOmetimes i feel like i'm a marrionett. This is definatly one of my best. The formating didn't turn out but its still good. R&R

Very dark. Not sure what it means. I just started singing this song one night then had to write it down. one of my best but it freaks me out. Please please R/R.

Describing the way being a teen feels. ALl the sudden changes and over whelming stresses of the harsh world of reality.

When i was a kid and i wanted to excape from every thing that was wrong i used to hide in the closet. It felt safe and like magic... Rather bitter sweet.

MY FIRST POEM WRITEN! I found it in my old diary! Great! now you all must read it ! x.v

hem...well this is what i feel like inside when i'm staring up at the sky and pondering over everyones lives.

I hate it when people try to change me. Thinking it is for the better. This is my rant poem to my family.

I wrote this poem for a 'picture poem' contest. The topic picture was of a baby lying on a stone slab and an angel leaning over to pick him up.

A hate poem! Sorry boys i love ya but... this is a hate poem. inspired by that movie "Monster" about this woman who kills guys...

Wrote for a card to be sent to troops in Iraq. i'm not exactly a suporter of that war but this is for the soldiers not the politions, and is relitivly ...encouragingl.

After the war is ended soliers that survived have a wound thatwill not heal. Please this is deffinatly my best so please read it. Might cause head ach. R/R

Writng gives you power to make your own world of possibilities. Its a part of life. R/R

Written during a tough time for my family. Kind of an extended metaphor. We all stuck together but ended up where we started again.

the refrain froma ballad but i only liked the refrain . the ballads about how life passes dreamers by and when they get their adventure their normal life returns.(lotr based)

It seems that many of the people colud just be replaced by mirrors and no one would notice. (does that make scense to you)

How the tree feels. Just R&R not a waste of time.

Rather morrbid. Based on the feeling of being alone and invisible to everyone and not knowing how to change . Also how it effects you. I'm an expert on the subject. (after a week in some ones class this kid asked me if i was a mute, once). Please R&R

Not waiting to take what life gives you but making your own way.

(not much good at summaries) Justread it if you want to know.

About writing poems. Well how i write them at least.

A VERY short story, about mountains and vallies. If i say any more the review will be longer than the story.