Prompted by reading an article link at the end of the story , I started to reflect on my stance on gay rights and how it came to be having been raised in a Catholic household.

They were screaming bloody murder, as you picked them in their prime." Rough work still, constructive criticism appreciated.

self-theraputic rambling.

Inside the box, there is peace.

My love is in the seasons. An experiment with haiku structure.

What happens when a non-believing Catholic takes advantage of confidentiality.

your very own individualistic autobiography.

His smile in black-and-white left me in love and wondering.

Love in simple scribbles in a subway bathroom.

to be an instantaneous artist is...

a collection of the rough-cut in-class poems for my creative writing class. maybe one day i can make something impressive out of them.

he noticed you, but shy boys never get credit. song lyrics.

I don't know who you are, but damn, you're going down on paper.

she s oblivious to falling stars.

what she is. definitions, definitions.

here's my attempt at self definition. an ongoing collection.

and with each drink, the darker aspects become oh so... appealing.

it's a new year, and i'm a new person. but still, something about reading how i defined myself last year is something i can't quite let go of. fp profile of 07-08

Just try to anticipate them. You'll fail every time.

reflecting on last year's school year and moving on... it's definitely toned down from what's actually going through my head, but i haven't written for awhile so i'm a bit rusty...

i sent a condensed version of this to him as an offline message...

this was originally a note on facebook -haha, i know, right?- reflecting on the past school year, filled with high-school drama and all that fun stuff. not really a true piece... just some point-form drabble. comment what you will.

Mental distress in not normally in my daily routine, so it seems."

i wish i could make everyone happy. a little different than my usual brooding pieces... i guess i'm in a good mood.

these are things I'm in love with... no questions asked.

The only thing this kind of weather on a weekend is good for is reflecting on the stupid things you don't really feel like fixing.

I might not actually be the best person to be confiding in... I actually don't know where this came from, it just found its way into words, interpret as you like.

it's frustrating how everything i write is basically the same concepts with different words... this boy is all i think about, i guess. rough spillage of words.

You think just because your ears are wired, I can't see you...

My best friend broke down in class today... this boy has too much on his mind. I think i have the same problem.

censorship is a crime to words like these. [rated for implied swearing.]

[A rewrite of a story i wrote a little while back, with a little more detail and elaboration same title]. She knew she was safe... the bad men on the internet only went after the beautiful girls. and she wasn't beautiful.

Oh Wordplay, I'm in love with you... edited the layout and the order of stanzas.

For a boy who doesn't know who he is anymore. I guess I thought i could help by writing this... [short and rough... it was a spur of the moment piece to get the thoughts out of the way.] EDIT: he wrote back with added words...

My friend Miguel and I were the best friends on our street. He taught me more about friendship in grade four, than anyone else has my whole entire life. [this happened over six years ago... i still wonder time to time where you are and what you're doing..

Your sunshine blinded me, and made everything beautiful. [Poem for the January issue of my school newspaper.]

Winter holidays? Not for me, as I stood in the middle of the bus terminal on the last day of school. Written for the December issue of my school newspaper.

Brown Eyes loved that boy. Blue Eyes could always make her smile. She could drown in that icy blue forever. She just couldn't come to terms with that reality fast enough. [suject to change and editing.]

That boy always listened to music, as if it would sedate him from the pains of the world... [an older piece, not my best, but criticism is still appreciated]

Let's play a memory game... start the clock. for my school newspaper, November issue... rememberance day. Sorry it's a little early.

...and he wonders why our oncemagnetic eyes are now opposite poles.

I can't feel my heart crying. All I have to do is say goodbye.

Without you, I guess i'm back to square one.

So i suppose you didn't know there was a girl who loved you. It's a little late, but she wonders.

he didn't know i longed for his starlight, and his airborn songs.

Please tell me you still sing. For my friends in my choir, though we're breaking apart, I love you all.

Welcome to the darkroom, where he exposes you in black and white.

Figure me out, chapter by chapter. I'm a pretty simple puzzle. still ongoing

We've been studying Macbeth and Shakespearian tragedy in Englsih class, ad I remembered some stuff from Romeo and Juliet back from grade 9 English as well. It sort of spun itself into a heavily Shakespeareinfluenced poem about becoming the next tragedy...

Sedate me I'm on a high where the world is tinted pink.

The uncut version on my mind. Whatever popped into my head went through the keyboard. Apparently, a boy was on my head this time. When is he not?

repetition with ink and a photocopied obsession.

She felt safe in her little internet world. Men only stalk beautiful girls.

A recollection of a conflict between friends at lunch last week. It was going to be submitted for a story contest, but i decided i wouldn't submit this particular one

Scribbled up in english class today... quite frankly, I'm not even sure what it's about. Words are art. This one's quite abstract though.

You're her obsessivecompulsive disorder.

Life is beautiful worded on paper.

I didn't realize your written tongue was so intoxicating.

She smiles with the fire in her lungs.

Amber tried to persuade me on thoughts on life with a pile of rainsoaked origami stars. [written for a school newspaper contest: winner. Based off my other poem, origami stars.]

Her life leaves inky footprints on white copy paper.

Maybe I have to drug you in order to get the truth out.

His face is a puzzle that logic can't solve.

His love is killing me quietly.

...who said lovers had to follow guidelines?

She laughs at those who think it's her open book.

Equally sweet, for much different reasons.

What he knows and she doesn't know. And she wishes they knew.

her last mark on the world came in the form of chiseled stone.

In English class, we were to write two 5lined poems about being on 2 deserted islands. One, a utopia, the other, a dystopia. For me, it's about forever summer and forever winter.

If doesn't change anything... especially us.

There's a last time for everything.

He's not looking for painted lips or a stitchedon smile.

Stop smiling through the stitches.

She wishes you knew her by name.

You've desensitized her sense of direction.

Sometimes it's because I have nothing to better to say. But I'm still not laughing.

Our love is seasonal, changing as the weather does. Winter, spring, summer, autumn.

I curse so you'll pay attention. [rated for offensive language.]

Because we all know a broken heart is one of the most painful things to mend.

basically, a short narrative based on my feelings on online quizzes and chain messages.

My question is, why do we keep sending them? [first essay constructive criticism is encouraged greatly for this parrticular piece, thanks!]

A lot of people have jars and jars of those origami stars. She hid more than stars behind those glass chambers. She hid her dreams.

This girl isn't wired to your command. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Does the color of love go beyond skin? [just written because, well, a lot of you might be assuming I'm white, so i needed to get a bit of asian into my writing, haha.]

Did i know you before I saw your face in the paper? AN: In memory of the four boys in Meaford who died in a car crash, a fifth still in surgery. I didn't know them, but they were my bestfriend’s schoolmates. I pray for all of you.

Let me be your downfall. You've already taken me halfway there.

I need the other side to our unknown equation. You're x. I'm o. Love me.

I'm taking in your every word like shorthand.

I still taste you and summertime on my lips.

Quite literally today, I was listening to a song on my mp3 which made me want to skip down a hallway. It’s that kind of musical addiction that keeps me going. It’s a rush you can’t ignore.

I wait for your reply, in digital words. What are you thinking?

My heart's on a roadtrip. I need to forget.

never close your eyes, so you know i'm still here.

Dear Nameless boy, I have some unread confessions.

my overlyused grammatical tool

Everywhere I go, there seem to be implications on my life. Maybe I'm just hallucinating or not?

they seem to overuse their power of being someone else. do they forget?

words tainted according to emotion.

a collection of haikus, about haikus. The incredibly short, yet simplistic and addictive way I currently get my thoughts across.

if life was ink and a pen...

How many sips can you take before it all fades out?

This can fall under so many catagories, but I was sick of writing love poems. Interpret it any way you like.

i could hear your name echoing behind the baseline.

We stood there, our pulse only recording the time we were wasting. ticktock.

I found an old MSN conversation between my friend and I last year, and just remembering what it was like to watch to him spill everything sparked this piece.

she habitually kissed their rosepetal lips as they slept, knowing the payoff would come by morning

I surprised him with 92 hearts on my apartment window. Happy 3 month anniversary.

I told my best friend Aiden, It doesn't have to mean anything. Just kiss me.

They were real people, with names and dreams, with their own fate. In rememberance of the soldiers that gave their lives, may they rest in peace.

They used to mean so much. Now, they're just silken spun through lies. My thoughts on such words, which you can never believe without doubt anymore.

The restless storm brought her comfort as eternities pass. She waits.

let those chilly beads rest on your face, like diamonds greeting the sun...

"Take in my words, and listen to our song" (It sounds like lyrics to an 80s song or something...)

His oreo cookie and his glass of milk made him so happy- for what reason?

Age would not destroy him...

Everyone has a song...

Messages that I wonder if you will notice

sweetness is contagious...

...which words will i choose today?

you promised me things I could only dream of...

He's everything I hate... then why him?

Everyone else seems to know... why won't my heart accept it?

...what is sleep to you?

lets play a game... to forget. (my first time with this style w/bolding, italics, etc. please review and tell me what you think)

Don't cry for me. I wanted to be your shoulder to cry on. I have no troubles worth crying over. please R&R and enjoy!

Lillian, where did that child i remember go? You're still my flower, though now of a different fragrance. Please R&R and enjoy

In the early morning hours on a beach with a box of chocolates... what will happen next? A short story, please R&R!

...ever just sat back somewhere and just let your mind wander?

Truth or Dare? What happenes when "dare" decides you must lock lips with someone you've never met? please R&R and enjoy!

Can't you feel sometimes that when you try to write down your feelings, it's easiest only to write sadness and despair? Please R&R and enjoy!

A friend of mine once asked me questions, like what would people do if he died? I can't speak for others, but this is truly how I'd react. Please R&R and enjoy!

Set during the war of 1812, Sophie and Danny were a young couple, who had a special bond. How will Sophie deal with the fact that he's going out to war? A little white dove is her only comfort. Please R&R! hope you like it!

it's not a great story... i plan to fix up the plot/characters one day. A woman goes mad in front of her 6 year old daughter when she loses her second child in childbrith. my sad attempt at a somewhat horror-ish story. just read and review i guess.

Anger and hate can make you do some crazy things. Just feelings jumbled up in here. Rated for language and cutting

my underwater murderer... please R&R and enjoy!

Just some poetic-like quotes I put together as my mood is feeling. How much can i describe with as few ords as possible? Please R&R & enjoy!

look at the world the way i see it. There's a bit of magic in everything. Please R&R and enjoy

I have a love across the seas, serving as a soldier. so little bird, send my words, so he can take in my love over and over. please R&R & enjoy!

birdy, birdy, your innocent look, can fool those who judge you by the cover of your book. Not all things innocent are really innocent. Please R&R and enjoy!

Through tough times, one of the only things which comfort me is knowing that there's always one out there who truly cares and loves me. Please R&R and enjoy!

For those who perished... a girl trapped in the clutches of a hurricane. (for those in hurricane Rita and Katrina) please R&R enjoy!

I wrote a song... about a difficult part in my life during last year. I hope it does under this catagory... R&R enjoy!

What if Trees could talk? Or more importantly, what would they talk about? Please R&R enjoy!

I can no longer control my feelings. I feel it all seeping out, ready to attack. I don't deserve compassion, nor the right to cry. I deserve to die. Please R&R [went back to original style of writing for a change]

I have a fear. A fear of becoming prey of the dark. I've touched upon my path, and it's hard to turn back. please R&R enjoy!

I can only speak to my reflection for comfort. She answers only by my deepest beliefs. Please R&R & enjoy

A little kiss leads to a promise made by a child. Will he remember the promise that's lodged in my heart? Please R&R & enjoy

Hi, my name is Mariko, and I live in Japan. I have a crush on a guy from America who moved here, Watsura.But he's so distant. A billion secrets are buried beneath his exterior, and I really want to know: Will he ever love me? [OneShot Please R&R & enjoy]

I can't think what it would be like to fall in love. And that possibly anyone, maybe even a childhood friend, might be the one. Please R&R & enjoy!

Okay, this is about talking behind another person's back, and the person (that's me) is stuck in the middle. lol from past, rather present experiences. please R&R & enjoy!

Once happy, but now, what's the point of life? Suidide poem (I'm perfectly happy though lol) Please R&R & enjoy!

What is present when the lights are turned out and the shadows consums and rule all? Please R&R & enjoy!

Sapphire, half pixie half elf, must go on a journey to deliver a mystical power to the ruler of Rivero. But soon, a conflict will arise within the land and all hope rests on her shoulders. -discontinued

A beautiful scene. A moon upon a shimmering glade. Please R&R & enjoy!

I wrote this for Rememberance Day. Voices of the dead speak out to mourning solodiers. Please R&R& enjoy!

Allina is the heir to the throne of the Western Seas, but she feels that her parents death could be more than an accident. What will she do when a legend becomes reality and black magic turns her against her little sister? Please R&R& enjoy!

Okay, thi is my first song-fic. It's about two people who know they want to be together, but are too afraid. Please R&R! And since it's my first, I won't be offended if you say it sucks.

Moon maiden... doomed from the start. A great beast helps her make her way to the peak of a mountain, only to be sacrificed to the Moon God. Please R&R and Enjoy!

"Dear brother! Don't leave me! What if I never see you again" But Elise's cries couldn't stop her brother from heading off to the biggest adenture of his life: War. A one shot fic! Please R&R & enjoy!

"Don't leave me" she said, but he turned his back on her, and refused to answer. Please R&R and enjoy!

Shy young Robyn sat in a bus stop one night. The next bus didn't come until morning, so she was stranded. But by chance, she met a fellow classmate Jay. They must wait out the night together. Will that be enough time for her to confess her feelings? R&R!

Have you ever dreamed of a real life fairy tale? We've all dreamed of Prince Charming and love at first sight. Please R&R and enjoy!

Don't you ever wish you could do what no other has don? Please R&R

My first fic one-shot. Her true love now being consumed by death. This may be the last chance she gets to express her true love for him. Please R&R

Everyone has two sids. The strong, friendly, tough side. And the scared, weak concealed side only they know exists. Please R&R and hope you like it!

She's a Dream Dancer. When she dances, she's brought to her own world. (I don't take dancing lessons. I couldn't dance if my life depended on it. I'm just improvising.) Please R&R! Enjoy!

When someone is cursed to live in isolation, her world is unbearable to live in.

A girl running from reality. Then she realizes that she must stand and fight reality, to escape the pain and agony. Please R&R

When a friend is lost defending you, you can't help but wish you could be like her. Please R&R!

A story about someone's deepest desire for someone, who didn't return their feelings. (Pleas note this isn't dedicated to anyone. It's just a poem thought up off the top of my head. But my friend encouragd me to write it so Thanks Sierra) Please R&R

A girl living her dream. Showing her true self to the world. Please R&R

A look on my view on someone's life falling apart. Please R&R

A girl who's doomed to live a half life. Please R&R!

An obsession with pain... Please R&R

What happens when you choose life over death? Will you be given a second chance? Please R&R

A broken heart, your love torn away from you, a look on love from my point to view. Please review! I hope you like it!