She is the remains of that which will never be again, a lonely remnant of a most glorious past; she can never be more than an echo of their resounding unbounded splendor.

So seductive, to believe that we are here by fate...

The story of the daughter of two famous pacifists who became a priestess of the God of War. How soon they forget. (it's a working title)

Anelle leaves home to learn Dance Magic from the prestigious Dance Academy. But there’s more to the Academy than she’d realized.

PG simply for an f/f pairing. A letter to not-so-proud parents. Actually a rather happy piece, despite how it sounds.

The patterns thoughts tend to take... or rather, the lack thereof.

Danni moves to New York City and has some struggles adjusting. Finished.

Audrey has wonderful friends. She especially loves Bridie-- even if she's only 5 inches tall and lands on Audrey's nose or head. When her friends are in trouble, can Audrey let them go?

A dancer in a fantasy land and her world. Unconventional format, but very interesting :) There seems to be a problem with chapters, but type &chapter=1 after the top part and it'll let you access the other chapters too.

Wrote my first sonnet in writing camp... about love... I like it :)

The sweet innocence of youth.

How can we know reality?

A Short (finished) piece-- someone reflecting on their girlfriend

What it's like to live... but not really.

Shakespeare, when it comes to poems about true love, is a hypocrite.

Just some nice poems about sitting and observing

Not Short Stories, but Short Talks, another form of writing. All of topics of others' choosing, from the Internet to suspenders to silence and others. Enjoy, and try some of your own! They've very fun!

The blank spaces that tell all...

Short PLAY about two girls, a "professional" runaway and a "throwaway"

It's a poem... about growing old?

One of my only (gasp) rhyming poems. It's not sad. Amazing.

I'm not sure if this is a poem, it's a vignette about a girl, meant to be read aloud but..

About a vampire... but which one is it?

Just a poem about being lonely. About stars, but the in-the-sky kind, not the hollywood kind.

Eh, a series of poems I wrote on the bus home.

Maybe Fate isn't the sparkling lights of having some major destiny planned. Maybe it's all carried out as nobody knows your name.

We Meet Again, Safety in Sameness, Acted, Smiles, Falling Dreams, "Drear, Terror", Don't Call Them Tears, Prison of Perfect, and Frozen Fire. Each its own chapter.

Read the author's note before reading them. A bit more... love/romance (or even farther!)-based than any of my stuff. I've been corrupted. *wail*

I'm not normally this pathetic... it's about my ex-best friend. Not an angry piece of poetry, just regretful. Read the A/N and dedication please.

Eh, about people who want to fall in love but can't... hmm...

I don't know how to summarize it.

Being trapped inside, with a large wall that nobody else seems to mind...

Thinking back on someone you used to know, but have no idea where they are now... and do they even care anymore?

When the Normals of the rest of the world are threatened, Veheli must summon courage to fight her friend in a place far away from her home on Atlantis. Can she break a cycle of hate between two people who have misunderstood each other for over 500 years?

I found this gathering dust in a corner of my computer, so I figured I should bring it into the sunlight. Enjoy!

A failure and proud of it! Don't know what else to say about it... R/R please!!

Another prose piece, this time about things going too fast and you can't keep up... remember, "prose" means that there isn't formatting, just a block of text.

I was looking at "Burning Light" and I figured that it was a good subject, but badly written in current opinion... this is a new poem, same theme, written much differently...

Don't be fooled by the title, it's VERY dark. Very dark and very bitter. Please read and review!

Ah... about someone who nobody knows...

Um... this is my first attempt at prose, which in case you don't know means there's no line breaks or anything, just a block of writing. Don't know how to summarize it.

A bit more traditionally written than most of my work... but I really like it. Please read/review!

Again, underlined for formatting purposes... the formatting makes you read it ways that aren't just left to right then next line, so don't worry about that... again, not exactly the most coherent piece ever.

Um... it's underlined so that the formatting works... hard to explain. Very abstract, if you like coherent poetry this isn't the place.

Um... sort of, about being sleepy and waking up? But not exactly... it's sort of depressing. Probably nothing like what you're thinking

I guess it's about... prayers never answered, hopes never won... kinda...

About me and myself, the fights in the head and the seperation of myself. Similiar topically to "Cage of the Mind"

It's a nightmare that I often have that actually follows a storyline, so I figured why not write it as a story? Chapter 2 FINALLY uploaded. Warning: Story has a surreal quality, don't expect perfect realistics in this.

Sort of..... the difference between you and yourself? Everything half of a whole?

It's about (ahhh!) my PERSONAS. Some of the different sections of me, with their own personalities...

My life is perfect. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfectly wonderful and-- an inside view of these so-called "perfect" people.

Do you know what it's like to be unseen, unheard?

Sort of about the way everything is always the same... even when it's different...

Three poems. All of them have the same actual subject, but written from sane to insane to VERY VERY insane.

PG 13 for excessive swearing. A short war story that I wrote for the War Lit class I'm taking.

Are you so afraid of change that you'll accept pain instead of it becoming better? (I don't know how else to summerize it...)

Uh... a slightly different style than I normally do, but still my

Uh, it used to be in the Original Poetry section, when I realized it have 17 syllables...

Another poetry tutor exercise.... about Death, as an entity and as an action...

Kind of... the only person who knows what her friend is really feeling... but what can she do?

Another poem... uses the sea as a metaphor for suffering, kinda...

Back to my normal depressing, morbid tone...

An exercise I did in a session with my poetry tutor. Read the A/N for an explanation...

It's a rather odd poem, I think; basically about a storm, compares it to a couple different things.

Something I jotted down; dark, morbid, depressing. Tell me what you think, please.

Longer than most of my poetry. Dedicated to my friends, I guess. About how everything I touch breaks...

The story about a young girl struggling to adjust to her unknown heritage and encountering all sort of obstacles on her way. Not yet finished. Not as cliché as it sounds, either.

Another depressing poem...a desert of forgotten hopes.

Well...as some might guess from the poem, it's about how religion affected me...much more cheerful than most of my stuff. It's actually *gasp* happy!

Eh, written on a sleepless night while trying in vain to get to sleep. About kind of, the sacrifices of having power...

Starts out kinda dark, I guess, but ends up lighter...odd how so many of my poems are about souls, since I'm not really into them...

Very depressing and dark. You've been warned. A bit longer than most of my poetry.

Not talking to anybody I know ... it's about someone who trusted, but shouldn't have...

I was depressed when I wrote this. It's not my fault! Blame this on my depression!

The deadening silence of everything.....I'm not sure how good it is, it may be awful.

I don't like it much .. slightly different style than I normally use ... the title basically says all.

Much lighter than most of my stuff; it started out being about not having friends, then about gaining them, and ended a poem singing FF.N's praises ... *shrug*

I don't really like it much, but my friends liked it a lot, so up it goes; metaphorical piece about facing the light after being in the dark.

It's pretty short...mostly imagery stuff, I think. My friends like it.

About being an author like me, who has to write in order to feel alive...

Written around 12 AM ... Mostly about the demons in my head, I suppose.

Written at about 1 AM ... basically what the title says, about a shadow watching the real people.

Poem, rather dark at the end...

Written at 2 AM. A very short piece.

A body without a soul... written at 12 AM.

Basically the title, an unheard scream ... written at 11:30 PM.

About those who have a mask on, and can't get it off ...

The hole that sucks up your emotions...

Ever have that feeling where you're depressed, and happiness is so close, yet you can't even take the single step needed to grasp it?

It's dedicated to all of you people out there who cut yourselves, may you please get better. Very depressing.

I wrote it while I was depressed beyond words. Actually, no, that's not right: I was depressed beyond *coherent* words, but not too much for poetry...

A poem about dreamers, like me, who just watch and wait for an opportunity to actually become something ...