makes absolutely no sense. a boat, a lake, a beautiful woman, my mother, and me.

the title is trite and so is the poem.

overload of kitchen imagery.

a tribute to Gregory Corso, my hero.

rough not-quite-love.

you know you're in california when.

based on the book "a thousand acres," by jane smiley.

this city is wired.

based on the film "Lilies."

it's 2:37; where's the bus?

when I dream I dream of them.

midnight in the downtown cemetery. [remix]

a therapy of sorts.

sometimes you just have to let the summer come at you.

then those bastard months would pass quicker.

everybody leaves, especially idols.

The old music hall pulses as if a living thing, and at the center of it all, the organ I could never bring myself to touch.

5 pointed star, and it all collapses eventually.

Children trust men in lime green pants. (Warning: tries to address pedophilia issues.)

Shakespeare in monochrome.

Hard to explain. A bit experimental.

Unfinished thoughts about my piano teacher.

When Death drops in for dinner you bring out the good China, and your hands come away sticky.

sin in Spain and no reprieve in France. one of those wavy poems. :x

for Sylvia Plath.

Holding hands at dawn underneath a toxic orange sky. I woke up one morning and it was solid orange outside.

My head is in my hands, only this time it's literal. Based off an Exploding Dog drawing.

the art of coveting from afar.

a letter to no one in particular.

The east coast still figure prominently in her dreams, though she is back behind the foliage of rainy dreams.

The last civilian lighthouse keeper in the U.S. passed away on Dec. 12, 2003. Part eulogy, part conversation.

You never expected to be a prophet, but this city was made for walking on water. [holiday request #3, for Kasi]

This place kills boys like us. (Rose of Dresden's holiday request)

The second of my dedication poems, this time to lindsay/rose of dresden.

blahblahblah 5/55 for Queen of Jupiter. Thanksgiving breaks sunny on the surface but something inside me rains.

A concert drabble. Underneath the flashbang lights you become one with the music.

Define heroism. 3/55 for Queen of Jupiter. It's very, very strange.

2/55 for Aileen (Queen of Jupiter). The ants go unnoticed in both nighttime and daylight.

Dedicated to a girl who deserves only the best.

Dedicated to every poet that ever walked on this desperate earth.

BEWARE: lots of big words and futilitarian mumblings. 1/55 for thequeenofjupiter.

Basically, Paris of Troy meets Catholic chauvanist. I shouted back but he coudn't (didn't want to) hear me.

A dedication poem for Niche (Split Ends on FPcom).

We can't all be poets. (But I can, in fact, be pretentious all the time.)

More BS. It's the elixir of life. This poem has no real ending, but what does?

Sort of goddess-y. Minerva defends the silent, sleeping city. Blahblahblah I need a life.

Trains, a graveyard. Some men who may or may not be ghosts.

We were the girls of summer and we never forgot.

another apocalyptic funfest. (my poetry is always 161 words long.)

a pre- versus post- apocalypse progress. aka "there is no such thing as a good title."

inspired by beethoven's concerto 1 and a maroon velvet dress.

[religious blatherings] offense should not be taken. perhaps I didn't really mean it. perhaps this is the last time, then.

trying to imitate writing styles. try to guess.

[sigh]. love and death. what else is there? a girl dies while dancing for the first time.

yeah, stupid title. it was either that or Untitled, though, so XP. anyway...just a short series of poems that may or may not make sense, it was more fun than anything else. and I got to write about male loff!

reoccuring theme of the year: love and death dichotomy, or perhaps the death of love.

two weeks later, there's one last fact to address - the fact that it's over. yay for self-pity. enjoy!

seven years, and it has culminated in this. highly dramatized, of course.

a tribute to old cars, root beer, and convoluted love. enjoy my lack of literary powers. [slinks off]

the gory and unsavory details of my nonexistent love life.

not everything was white that winter. (note: they REALLY need a History sub-category.)

oh, the games we play...

she hung herself and we all hung with her.

you aren't gourmet and I'm elitist.

la vida es para ti, pero la muerta es para mi.

who knows when I'll see him next? a year, maybe two. until then, this will sustain me.

a semiautobiographical account of my walk home from orchestra practice. at least the thoughts, anyway.

a conversation with jay gatsby. all in my head, of course.

The classic, of course, was the Great Gatsby.

Er. Lots of temperature-related words, a couple random literary references. Same old, same old.

I tried to write about something that made sense. Again. Againagainagain there is only the number seven.

I write too much on a subject I know nothing about.

Based on a minor character from The Virgin Suicides, Mrs. Karafilis. She's so tragic.

My negation of Ken Burns documentaries. Actually, sorta about the Civil War. I hate these new categories.

I like it, but damned if I know why. It's a collage of all the things I've been jotting down routinely for a couple weeks now. A conglomeration of my thoughts, I suppose. Enjoy!

It's beautiful, and I haven't even seen it in person yet.

Like Elvis, except still alive.

Socrates never had it so good. Or maybe he had it better. Who knows?

Finally, a poem that begins with E. I love The Virgin Suicides (book more than the movie, of course), and you should too. ^_^

Inspired by music and skipping records. It's rather weird and bubbly, if I may say so myself. Enjoy. You may need some water.

I hope the Apocalypse arrives before Valentine's Day this year.

...Pretty random. My randomness at its best, I'd say. Enjoy!

I'm back? With more parentheses, not enough sleep, and cookies. Enjoy, and feel free to review!

Pretty much sums up my life. In a spiffy imagery-filled way, of course. ^_^

[maniacal laughter] more post-modern corruption, though centers more on Europe and Warsaw (obviously). palindromes, w00t!

Just a simple observation in Honors Chem...of course I was also paying attention at the same time, but Dalton's dead and he won't care anyway. O_o...Anyway, reviews greatly appreciated!

Randomness ensues. Chorus swells. Enjoy, peoples, but please review. ^_^

Um...the happy people probably should read this. Really, though, this sounds like all the other poetry I've ever written, only longer. It's my unabridged rant at the world, basically. Reviews muchly appreciated!

Ooo, long one. About the nine muses, from Greek mythology. I spent five hours on it. Structured similarly to "The Garden," for those who've read that one. Reviews I do not expect, although I am in dire need of them.

A lot of sweetness. Or maybe bittersweetness? I'll let you decide. [must...keep...summaries...short...] Reviews greatly appreciated!

A much-improved (more controlled, that means) ditty about the motherfigure. I'm going for cultural appeal, man.

My hometown...at one of the busiest intersections of the whole city, I boldly state my love for this place.

It's more like "Penchant For Masochism," as you'll see if you read it...please? Anyone? I'm wallowing in self-pity here.

More angst, pointless and directionless angst. The title alludes to "A Season in Hell" by Rimbaud, crazy mofo. The poem, though, has nothing to do with it, especially sense I don't remember what it's about. Yeesh...reviews would enlist my eternal grati

It's got a lot of color/music and color/nature in it...basically, it's an exploration on how color plays such a big part in our emotions. Wow, a coherent sentence. Enjoy, and please leave a review!

Four days of abstract escapism have finally manifested themselves into words, as rudimentary as they are. Four days, four deaths, four different mes. Reviews appreciated, as usual.

My, but I'm on a rhyming spree! Here's my second sonnet...I don't think the stanzas quite match, but then nothing really matches about me. I think this is a bit self-mocking...but please. I'd like your feedback, not my own. ^_^

Antitranscendentalist poem based on the themes of Nathanial Hawthorne. Crazy man. Iambic tetrameter, finally. Stanzas. Wow, am I conforming! Please feel free to leave a review...thanks! ^_^

More Plathian, self-effacing crap. Take a stab at who 'she' and 'he' are in the poem. Go on, I dare you. They're general entites, let me tell you, before anyone goes off an names a bunch of people. Any reviews are, as usual, extremely welcome. ^_^

I guess it's about depression in general. What a subject. It's been beaten to death, then revived and poked around again...poor thing. But it's so easy to whip out! Okay...enjoy, and feel free to grace me with your reviews! ~EG

More dark fluff from me. Inspiration rears its ugly head for once. You know the drill. Appreciate, don't hate, and review! Thanks~EG

More of the same, but somehow different this time. I'm actually mildly proud of this one - it seems more tangible. Maybe this is what I've been working toward all this time - what do you think? Reviews enormously welcomed.

Okay, so this isn't about a family member. It's sort of an abstract take on Cinderella, but really screwy because I did this at a bookstore with magnetic-poetry thingies. Whee. Please review, thanks!

Um...this is basically an exploration into human nature and how we interpret the Biblical figures of Adam and Eve and the not-so-Biblical figure of Lilith. Any questions, just e-mail me or something. Enjoy, and please review!

Honestly, this was a spur of the moment feel-good poem I scribbled out. If you can actually call it that. I suppose it's about the loss of innocence. Please review!

Now, don't take at face value. I put alot of shower time into the making of this poem, but at the last minute decided to just let it go and let it flow (sounds like bad pornography). It came out decent, so if you would, please take the time to read (and

Very morbid indeed. Basically: "You have imprisoned me, but I am strong and will eventually be free of you. Muahahaha!!!" Yes, very cliched. I don't care. Please review?

I don't know where I got the title. I don't know anything anymore. Whee...this is basically random drivel much like most of my other stuff...yeah. Reviews muchly appreciated! ^_^

Um...really bad. The title is the piece of music that this sestina's based on. Yes, it's a sestina, albeit a very rudimentary one. I'm posting to get criticism. Anyone? Reviews appreciated!

Um...we'll turn into machines? Not very original, but oh well. I'm not feeling very creative lately. But...yeah, just read. And review? It would be very appreciated. Thanks!

I like it. I can't describe it, and I can't summarize it, but I like it. It's...different. I'm still not quite sure the title fits, but you'll just have to read (and review) to find out, won't you? Please? ^_^

Exactly what the title says. Except...more in-depth. Well, duh. Okay, anyways - I dunno what inspired this, honestly. It just came whirling out of my twitching fingers. Muahaha! Please review...thankies!

About someone who doesn't belong, is confused on his/her place in life, etc. Pretty much what I'm feeling right now, except in pretty language (sort of). Please review!

Very random and (I guess) abstract. I dunno...you just sorta have to read it to see what I mean. And if you do, please review! Analysis/interpretation/criticism welcomed. Enjoy!

My first sonnet - iambic pentameter, couplet, *correct* rhyming scheme (I hope), and all! Whee! After 4 tries, this is what I came up with. Enjoy, and leave a review! ^_^

On the surface, it's a set of two poems exploring a relationship from two different perspectives, but see if you can find some deeper meaning. Different interpretations welcomed (that means you, Xavi!)...enjoy and review!

Death and disturbing imagery. Inspired by a pigeon (even though it wasn't dead, but who cares?) which is really strange, even for me. I'm still not sure what the theme is, so if you could tell me (hint hint) that would be much appreciated. ^_^

Title means "Paradox of our Times" in Latin, and thanks to a.j. peart for the translation. This is basically about the degradation of society, and has a lot of influences (which you will find out if you read my author's notes...) and it sounds like I'm o

A lament of sorts, or something like that anyway. Randomly pieced parts of other poems, which (hey!) coincides with the sort-of secondary subject matter. I'm writing this in a feverish state, so don't mind my ramblings, please. Just review...?

It's creepy. That's all I can say. Morbidly happy...If that even makes sense. The rhyme scheme is crude and horrible, at least in my opinion. Still, I want to know what you all think about it, so please review!

Rating for death-related themes and mild angst. This was written in a celebration mood (if you can believe it) because I won 1st place in my school's literary magazine for poetry. Go me. Enjoy, and please leave a review! ^_^

A jumble of confusion. Main theme--I'll let you decide. This will be my last update for awhile until I'm not so busy with other stuff. Please enjoy and review! ^_^

This is what I call a poetic tangent. It turned out a bit different than I would like it, but I like the results anyway. Please review! ^_^

Weird little thing that I scribbled out while on a hot cocoa high. Whee...um...inspired by a lot of different and random things. Please review! ^_^

A feeble attempt at making a nondescript man seem glorious...yeah right. Anyway, please review! ^_^

Semi-inspired by Taming of the Shrew, but not completely related. Whatever, please review! ^_^

The feelings of a mere thought...outcast from the mental world...how's that for a summary? Please review! ^_^

I personally think that this is my most...lyrical poem, but I'll let you decide.

It's a weird title, but I think it fits in a twisted way. "Sleeping beauty" isn't supposed to refer to the fairy-tale princess, but it's a metaphor for something...or someone...ah screw it, just read (and review)! ^_^

This is about a guy who has...a problem with drinking. The temptation to drink is symbolized with "opening Pandora's box". (By the way, this is my first song, so please review to tell me how I did...^_^)

Yeesh...all my stories seem to have at least one reference to "Hell" or "cruel fate", or something else of that nature. Oh well, this is my second character sketch, so please review! ^_^

Um...this is based on my made-up character (Death Fairy) and it's sort of explains and describes her. Please review! ^_^

this is probably one of my worst poems out here...even if you hate it, please flame me! I like flames! They make me all warm and fuzzy inside! Okay...[ahem] just read and review please...^_^

uh...I hope it works this time...cuz last time it didn't show, so I had to re-upload it...it's not really about anything tangible...you'll understand (I think) if you read it...don't forget to review!!! ^_^

inspired by a spider's untimely death...(well, it was bugging me so I stabbed it) Well, just read and review! ^_^

uh...it was originally named "Moon", but not anymore...not exactly a happy poem, as can be expected from me...please r/r!! ^_^

um...I think I screwed up on the censor...oh well...please R+R! Even flames will be welcomed and cherished!

er...how to summarize, how to summarize...oh screw it, just read and review, please!!!!!!^_^

um...this was inspired by the color gray...and a red light...please review!

eh...this is my first poem/fic, so please review!!! I need to know how I'm doing...thanks! (especially you, Rosa-kun...please?)

erm...all my poems are pretty random...so I have no idea what this is supposed to be about...oh well. Rosa-kun, review, please! (that goes for everyone else too.)