Can she escape?

A remake of Swan Lake, the ballet.

Seven people meet in a malfunctions elevator. When the elevator stops, these people show their true colors

Originally from M's Book of Poetry, but she Poliche rewrote it, and here it is. Please enjoy, and if you have any comments, we would love for you to review. Rated 'T' for suicidal themes.

About how I used to think when I was typing; an OCD of sorts. It was always the same: every time I hit the delete button, I was killing someone. It's short and interesting, so please read and review!

A short thing that I wrote about love awhile back. It's not my best work, but writing it made me happy.

I wrote this after I first started cutting a long time ago, right after I got out of the hospital. Ironic, eh? It's not bad, but it's not amazing, either.

A fantasy of mine. Read it, I like it.

So, I actually had this dream, that was somewhat like how I wrote this. I might make it into a full novel, but for now, it's just a short vampire story about a kid who lets one threw his window. And review! Tell me if you'd like to hear the full story.

She knows exactly what she wants. Rated T because I felt like rating it that.

Am I broken, or am I the only one whose been fixed?

From M's Book of Poetry: I like this one. It's pretty fawsome.

From M's Book of Poetry: This one has some kind of rhyme scheme, but, in the end, it's some kind of an abstract failure. However, I just so happen to love it very much.

Left broken after the death of the love of her life, nineteen year old Jessica fights to live with the pain of her loss.

From M's Book of Poetry: This one is kind of a mix of both figurative and literal truth. It's about how we all think we're special, and how we pretend instead of believe. Definitely one of my favorites, and one of the ones that makes sense.

From M's Book of Poetry: Leaving love is about just that, leaving love. I'd rather not explain it, but I would love to see if you could figure it out.

From M's Book of Poetry: This one is called My Secret, I wrote it in seventh grade. Not many of my poems actually mean something, but this one does. I'd tell you what, but then it wouldn't be a secret. :

The faeries lived in peace until a legend that spoke of a destructive war came true when they least expected it.