Update: I'm actually not a teenager anymore...

Wowww...I haven't posted in ages! I guess I just didn't find the time with school and the drama of teenage life =P
But I've written quite a bit. I've just gone over all my old poems and I am so ashamed to call them mine. I laughed at myself and covered my face in embarassment even though I was the only person in the room when I was reading them. They're incredibly pathetic...yuck. But I can honestly say that I've come a long way and that I've grown as a writer. I'm not as...lame. I still think a lot of my work is crap but wow...compared to all my old stuff...just...I can't even say more. Those poems are horrible and blunt and all together just stupid. I was young and I didn't have such a great vocabulary. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I have deleted a lot of them so you don't have to be as embarassed for me anymore =D

New: I added a bunch of stuff I had lying about

The Mind is a Rose
This was originally an ordinary short with some serious passion but then when it came to describing the female, it became sort of an hp fanfic with serious passion.

Imagine
I was going through a weird time in my life where I couldn't figure out what was going through my mind. I didn't know what I was feeling.

Cavernous
A poem about a leaf.

Catacomb
This is pretty random. I was feeling so many insane things that I just couldn't figure out how to get it all out. So...it's pretty chaotic.

Oblivion
A short story written for class that was supposed to be inspired by a quote the teacher had given us-- "Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

Succumb
A short I wrote for class when I had severe writer's block. It was an amazing feeling to actually like it after the huge struggle to get it done. I literally sat in my room one night with a candle lit and just observed everything around me.

A Night Befell
Sometimes fantasy can cloud your vision and it seems impossible to fall asleep.

Dreams of Concrete Illusions
I guess in order to really be able to experience this one, you'll have to read it slow and take in each word. This piece is actually very personal and feedback would be appreciated. I guess it's just nice to know that other people get something out of it or understand it. It's about that other world, that fantasy world, that I want to go to but just can't. It's about what the title and summary say it's about =)

Vociferation of a Thriving Organ
I don't know what to say exactly about this piece. It took me a while to write but I was very inspired to write it and it's just so much easier to write what you feel when you're actually feeling those things. This piece isn't exactly true but I have a problem with fantasizing and just entering situations with my mind so I wrote this. It's actually somewhat true...but I'm not going to get into details haha. It's open for interpretation I guess. Each person has his/her own way of doing it so each person gets something different out of various pieces of literature. Some of course are blunt enough that interpretation isn't really needed but with mine...I'd rather people have their own perceptions of what's going on instead of me just telling them what it's about. It's interesting to hear what people think so...let me know =)
I ramble a lot haha...and I often don't make sense. Anyway, I'll shutup now.

Until next time, Toodles!