Complete story now available on Amazon! A mature tale of a pack of North American Gray Wolves in precolonial times trying to survive the elements, the hunt, their enemies, and each other.

1066 England. As a pagan, Ragnhildr Grythsdottir was always an outcast. After Hastings, she becomes a reluctant hero who, despite her appearance, wins the loyalty of the East Anglians, the love of a handsome warrior and learns what it means to have power.

The sky murmured rain.

If you don't mind that: I say spooning leads to forking to rhyme with Oregon, use the word snook to rhyme with facebook, and fail to show my knowledge of puncuation and grammar... then you might try this. There's more to this than all that so R&R Please!

You think because I wear black that I must be a emogothic sadist, but how can you really tell?

We will become precious stones. We will gather ourselves on lonely shores.

The title says it all... okay, well, not all you'll need to read the poem for that but all that I would deem wise to share with you in a summary.

Sometimes we cannot express our love in words, and are left to only imagine what could have been.

I can truthfully say that a man elicited my change, the coming out of my shell. I can also truthfully say that he was a poet and that he was rather fond of pornography. I knew him as PornoPoet.

I think the title is self explanatory, don't you? Come on up, step right in, and brace yourself for a quick and easy guide on how to get rid of those damnable problems we all get in our writing.

-Don't fear the reaper...R&R

Weave me a world of voices...

Please find the time to read and review this one as I am looking for constructive criticism, good or bad! I'll return the favour!

The song in question if you can't guess it is 'By Starlight' by The Smashing Pumpkins, the girl is my old friend Jenny!

Inspired by http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Jaybee/hitherto00.gif

Abstract, kind of about myself, and some friends, and a stereotype all together.

Just a picture of a mood. I think in pictures, so I put the picture into words.

Not really sure how to describe this...it just seems to me there's so much apathy in the world...

Missing someone... they know who...

A night of passion and demise, lemme know what you think. Part 1 of my Nocturnity series!

Waiting For Someone To Arrive

I'm so much braver in my poems than when I'm face-to-face with you...

The greatest tragedy is to find that your love is hollow, and that the line that divides it between lust has faded.

Dark piece with symbolism and a bittersweet end

About being deceived by people close to you- and in your naivite you don't know any better...

Let me take too many of these pills just once.

A rewriting of the end of "Hamlet", translated into beatnik-speak.

This is a song I'm currently writing. I have the tune figured out, but I soon learned that writing lyrics are a lot harder. A lullaby centering on wolves.

sonnets are a form of literature that is one of the most fun types of poetry, being difficult to follow the rhyming patterns...

Haikus about the planets, stars, and the omniverse... [finished]

A poem I wrote in my Chemistry class when I was really bored

Got this idea when I was walking home. Never did confront her though. Maybe something I should regret, maybe not. There are no true answers.

She's always done what she's told, been a good Catholic, adhered to the Bible. But Jesus dying for our sins isn't helping her anymore.

This is a sonnet about a martial artist. Inspired by a GOOD anime show.

Attempting to be altrustic and humble and failing like every other hypocrite.