Recapturing a precious memory

this is the first poem i've ever written...read it and tell me how i'm doing.

I know the rhyming is a bit simple in this. I was mostly concerned in just getting the point across

Poetry moving from one spot to the other

I have a very love/hate relationship with my grandmother, and now she's back in the hospital, and I think she may die. Just trying to work out the confusion of my feelings here.

yea. i think longview was playing in the background

that tree is a cobweb of my mind. take that starbucks! this is meant to be somewhere inbetween humour and seriousness.

Ask 'em, if you want

She was insane..She killed..She heard voices..She was afraid. Enter the mind of Ezzie, and insane escaped mental patient and her plan to end the voices..Once and for all. THE ORGIN OF FLEA is now up, after months I have updated. I am sorry.

A Russian styled fairy tale, with a shepherdess, a prince of wolves, and the morally ambiguous Baba Yaga who stole the girl's brother. A classically written fairy tale with romance and style.

A story of young Benton's desperate cry for help, and the love he received in return

basically a school assignment, had to animate something inanimate. so i did. and i sort of liked what came out.

An artist paints the portrait of a young lady with a tragic history. (Part 3 of 4. The others will come as I finish them.)

And beautiful is the faery land, but an eerie tale to tell...

Just a little Irish blarney

Inside a car hidden from the outside world

I also had to write this for creative writing but I thought it was funny so yeah tell me what you think

Pay attention to your dreams, they give you your truth

You can't get anyone's attention living in the dark

A historical fantasy. Based VERY loosely upon Japan's early feudal times, A heroic story. (Tough Critics accepted and appreciated.)

All living things meet the same fate, they die.

Two girls + a bottle of Scotch = philosophical bliss! Warnings: alcohol use

Every one asks this question not really wanting the answer

A poem on dancing

A cinquain of a guilty mind

What it's like to be taken over by rage

The moments before falling asleep

I actually don't own a cat, but if I did, it would be a cat like this. The horror, the horror...