Abuse only happens to women. Right? A man could never be taken advantage of by a woman. Could he? Josh never thought that his love for Anaria would take such a dark turn, but it has. Abuse and insecurities threaten to tear these two lives apart, and unless something changes, only one of them will make it out alive.

Echo digs up the grave of her love. People die, but real love is forever.

She smiles at me, and it looks so real. It feels like this is real. God, what I wouldn't give just for this to be…real. It used to be flashes. I would see her walking down the street, catch a glimpse of her in the halls. As the months went by and the drinks got stronger, she would talk to me. Rated for alcohol abuse.

You meet one grey winter morning. Not much is said during your first few encounters, but even on those few occasions you find yourself alone with her, you are captivated. Written for my girlfriend.

The roar was deafening, and the hard rhythm of the drums was mind-numbing. Rated for drug and alcohol abuse.

As the answering machine played back the messages she had received, the young blonde woman gasped. She knew that low raspy voice, though she hadn't heard it in years...

I don’t know where we are or how we got here...I feel the last piece of my heart shatter.

You didn’t see the way he cradled your lifeless body in his arms until the paramedics pried him away.

I wil wait forever for your love

I follow my dreams and I'll make it someday/That's why I keep going

Compromising what is left of your soul/Left to die alone, an innocent traitor

Chapter one of my novel. "She felt the hot spray of blood--her blood--on her throat and then all she knew before the darkness swelled around her and finally consumed her, was the face of the attacker. It was her own."

If you ever took the time to look at me, it's there in the scars

Who owns my heart? Is it you or the ghost of your memory?

The burning fire of the moon/The wind whispering its fair share of lies/The candle burns bright and too soon/The candle flickers and dies

In this realm between worlds, I remember the past in fiery sequences

Not related to the film. I honestly have no idea what it's about. Could be loosely based on the black swan of Swan Lake, but only loosely. For your interpretation.

For Dustin. You blew it, dear. Your loss, my gain.

For Jonathen...Babe, I hope you're free of her someday, for your own good.

Somehow now you're everybody's fool...Note: It's not what you think. Please read.

Tonight is buried cold....it's just this once.

This is my way of dealing with my eating disorder. I hope you'll read it, if for no other reason to try and understand. Please. I love you all so much. Thank you.

Why was she lying and pretending and keeping as far away from the kitchens as she could? She was the clever one, for god's sake. The talented one. Note: May be triggering. I don't want to be responsible for any relapses of eating disorders. Proceed with c

When I look around, I think I see her shadow on the ground. Nothing truly there to see...The ghost of what was meant to be. Eyes the colour of mystery. Written for my friend Amy

I watched you die knowing there was nothing I could do. Knowing I couldn’t save you from yourself. It’s too late to save you now

Indeed, we are one and the same. I can never escape.

Mirror, mirror, why did you betray me? Precious mirror, give me truth. Let these hardened eyes see. Beautiful mirror, let me know at last. Show me who I’m meant to be....

Control. Andrew. Selena. When will it end?

Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy sat in the empty room, the silence pulsating around her. Her eyes were surprisingly dry, but her pale hands were shaking...A story of the strength of a woman faced with tragedy. Jackie's strength...

The clocks are ticking...

See me for who I truly am

Eyes unblinking, unmoving, unseeing, just a porcelain doll on display...

Let the walls burn down...

The blade is her fake friend...

You cannot hide what is true. The dead never lie.

Spinning in the moonlight, lifting my hands to the sky, swaying with the melody of the night, I know now that I can fly. As long as you’re mine, let me love you, look into your beautiful eyes...

Trapped in a world of silence

Do you really want to be me?

Not sure what to say about this. Just read it and see.

A story of ex-lovers, death and friendship in a style I cannot describe. I've never written this way before. You'll have to read it to see what I mean. Arianna and Timothy are the ex-lovers, just so there's no confusion.

It was snowing the day Grace Benson tried to commit suicide

Maybe you're still here...Just a breath away

I know it's choppy in parts, but it's supposed to be. Symbolizing how a relationship can be both flowing smoothly and be choppy all at once. And "give" isn't a grammmatical error. Hope this clears things up.

New poem. Nothing special, but reviews are nice.

He only wanted his freedom...and now I know him so well

Written for my friend...think she'll be mad? Oh well. :

Short, nothing special poem

Reasons for serving the most wonderful being of all...my Father, Who art in Heaven.

A short poem written for Amy.

Not a great song, but I'm happy with it. Non-religious.

Someone asked me to do this one, so here it is.

Don't ask.

Inspired by Amy..Thanks, sweetie.

New song, written for Alan.

Don't ask. I was watching "The Wizard of Oz", and well...you can figure out the rest...

Set in England, 1534. Story is told from two POV's, and they will be labelled so no confusion will occur. Tells the story of Jane, nosy and jealous of her dead husband and his dead sister, and Catherine, a young and vain girl of fifteen.

Another prompt by Carus aka Amy . Seriously, she's amazing. Check out her page as well. Re-uploaded!

Again, another prompt by Amy AKA Carus. Let me know what you think

Amy gave me the prompt to write something about ink, and her dress that looks like flames, so here it is

Just my thoughts...will be updated as they occur

I thank God for another day

Again....for my Heavenly Father... don't ask me why they're all spiritual, I had a revelation yesterday, if you want to use that reason

God has held me up when I was down, and I think this shows my relationship with Him fairly well

WARNING: Deals with rape...If you're uncomfortable with the subject, don't read it.

Short poem, doesn't rhyme, my thoughts on writing

This is for my Heavenly Father...Thank you

I don't know if it's any good, so please let me know

Very angsty, but it's my thoughts.

Watching the awesome Stevie Nicks, the queen of rock n'roll, on Soundstage and it just came to me..I dunno

My personal account of my battle with anorexia.

A song I wrote yesterday, Feb. 12, 2008. Hope you like it

Something I came up with a few days ago

I decided to write down the dream I had last night on October 12, 2007

A poem I wrote for someone I care for a great deal

School on an island, last year of school, graduation, every teens dream, right? That's what you thought. For Alison and Tanya, this is not going to be the senior year that they have always dreamed of, unless that dream consisted of death...

In Loving Memory of Ashley Rose Wykoff and Tiffany Michelle Cheek (5/30/01-8/27/06)

A poem I wrote for Ashley...yes, another one

Just a random short poem

Short poem in loving memory of Ashley Wykoff (Again, my apologies, most of my writing is focused on her. Sorry if I bore you)

In Loving Memory of Ashley Rose Wykoff (3/21/89- 2/24/06) A great friend who died too soon

The things I do to feel alive...