destroyed

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Let me out of this reality...read and reveiw please

This one as far as I can remember is fairly good...though I wrote it a while back and am just now posting so my memory is failing me...anyway read and review please...

#176 thing posted...The title may not be the best but I am going for a poem starting with every letter of the alphabet...the poem itself is good...rather abstract though and very ramblish...READ AND REVIEW

Just Kind of came to me I guess...pretty good...Read And Review...

Alright. This story is one about life (basically) and identity. I can't explain really. It's short. R/R as it is sort of interesting.

Again my depression and hatred for this word comes out...

PG for...no particular reason. Basically because it's sort of about being depressed and stuff. I guess. I don't really know. Mention of rape and beating, but absolutely NO description. only the two words are there. A confusing poem. A good challenge for s

Just a little sort of depressed poem I wrote during Math class. Nothing much, please read it.

I was expreimenting with a new format and it turned out damn good...R&R

This poem is about a person who tries to make everyone happy by hiding how miserable she is. R and R. Thanx.

This one is actually really good...more so then the title...review please...

I feel

A happy angst poem, for once.

The scar on my hand / It's not bleeding anymore / But it makes my heart bleed

The bottom...

About cutting, I'm in a bad mood so that's to blame.

Same as below three

To people who know me, at least I think that was what I was intending, I don't really know. Please r&r.

Now that you have seen me...you wish you hadn't...I loke this one...so Read and Review...ok

a stone and a nail remind me of God

...Me and my tragic life...read and review...if you like rambling with a side of misery and despair that is...

Its based uopon something substantial so I dont think its a rambling however it is about my pathetic life so...I mean its really obvious anyway...i like it personally buit thats probably because it holds childhood to know emotions for me so R+R k...

i want that peice of me back that you stole

"Love is the bruise that fades slowly in the light of day." A sad poem that sheds light on a truth we often forget: we cannot choose when to stop loving. No matter the pain, love does not vanish in the blink of an eye, but remains for long after.

Just a little poem I wrote when I was very depressed, not excellant ) but not horrid either. :)

My mind wanders when I am alone