My thoughts as i think them - and the my identity crises. I needed to say these things to someone, so... rated for being my real thoughts. I just don't think kids should be reading this.

Monotone in technicolor, I strive to see past the lines in my television (static in every channel, as far as I can see) the lines, forming your eyes, your face, your ideology. Giving me something to hope for, giving me something to live for.

Ice and Angels and Eyes and Wings... It's about that, but not really.

(Rated for implied subject matter) A young man in a Maths class reflects on the aggressive nature of his best friend's cats - and the seemingly endless number of cuts on his arms that are blamed on said cat.

Heather, who has been turned into a recluse by her father, plays with each new macabre toy her father brings. Please R&R

My observations about a boy. He a real person that i wrote about after observing him from my bus.

The fever frantic pitch of blue-gray trepidation.

Would you like your coffin cherry or mint flavoured sir? Good choice, I hope you enjoy eternity this time around.

Being normal, is well, weird. And for me, it`s scary. Who would want to be normal anyway?

Poem about how you don't need people bringing you down in relationships. You can break free.

(I'm not sure what category to put this under...) This was inspired by a speech that I had to write for my English class last year. I would like to know what people think, so any reviews are welcome.

I was in a fit of sadness. enjoy

Hi I love you, wait no not you- GAH #%@% ...Read and review nicely XD

An assignment for a writing class. A very cynical outlook on 'home'.

He was less then I was. he wasn't worth it. He was nothing. (not a true story)

Ther is no horror section for poetry to bad, no antireligion section either. meh. Read me please. unless you are an easily offended religious believer. Be my guest

Vampires R\R