Ever feel like you couldn't see the true colors of a situation?

I saw frozen spider webs this morning I wish I could have taken a photo, yet I had no camera, so I took a word picture instead.

Out of the protective clouds and up onto the exposed peak

Lost, trailing in a lowly trill that dribbles in quick bursts.

Viewing the differences and ironies of light and dark. R&R?

This is about...Well, just read it and see. It's worthwhile.

The barriers we put around our hearts and minds are selfdestructive.

A mind full of potential that is not yet been ignited.

A rabbit is lost within the memories and horrors of winter. Even though the snow has melted, it's mind is forever lost. Please R&R, I need suggestions for improvement.

A description of the rain in a poetical essay that wishes to continue its rhythm and beat beyond the words on the page.

Interweaving prose with poetry, comes the tale of the Keppaku (pure) people in a struggle to find the Truth hiding behind corupt souls. Looking for revierws - please read! :)

A poem of the twists and turns of life and in a play.It was first written to conclude a chapter of my story 'TheTora Youkai'

The Girl flew to the sun. The rain fell to wash away the dirt and grunge.

It's about...um...can I just stop here and say I'm bad at summaries? Well, it's not my best piece, I'll say that much, but go ahead and R&R if you want. :)

A description of a pattern I saw in the trees one time while I was driving through the mountains.

A portrayal of silence.

A person caught up in the weight of their lies struggles to beat, or escape the Truth.

To have a friend to watch the night skies with, together...

Me looking up at the sky in the mountains where there are no city lights to block out the stars.

Do I dare burn my self alive? My soul desire - to never again burn bright?

The Unspoken People, the people who go through the most pain and suffering. The people who are ignored, unnoticed, and unwanted.

A jealous tiger protects the girl he loves from the man loved by her. too hard to describe but very pretty

A sickly girl, who has lost all hope of a recovery, hears a knock on the door, of someone who has found the cure she needs.

The sins commited by my tongue have raged through out my body, destroying me.

Japanese haikus I'm writing. I wrote them in japanese, but there is a translation for each of them. Very pretty.

Behind her mask of invisibility, she watches.

A deep void of blackness, searching for light.

These legends, forever banished from the anals of history.

A detail description of the mountain's beauty - and its wrath.

A simple poem.

I just wrote this in response to some one who thought my poems were horrible. It made me rather tearful...

A poem inspired by the recent activity of Mt. St. Helens.

Despite its innocence, it is abused and mistreated for what it is, not for what it did.

Drowned in sorrow and wrath...

They scream my name, into the night; "Fire, fire fire."

We have destroyed the earth. Have we forsaken you, God?

As the sun begins to leave, and say good bye, it leaves a parting kiss of rainbow in the sky

A short story on a collage girl who almost ruined her life. VERY good.

A song I wrote about a butterfly who lost her wings, and chose to die. For that, the world cried.

Why are we leaving behind the love letter that God left us?

I have the bestest friend in the world. And he wants to be your friend, too.

Inspired by the wonderful redness of a lunar eclipse...

The world has lost its former beauty it was born with, but there is a new kind of beauty for us to discover...

Explore the deserted, barren landscape of a recently erupted volcano, and see what its rage destroyed.

For the Silent Protector is the one who watches over, and defends.

Creativity in its purest form.