It was known as the Rift. Midst the death and bloodshed of the Last War, it unleashed the unabated fury of those trapped for thousands of years and poisoned by the sickened earth. Man called them Phantasms. They call themselves Eariee.

A collection without faces. A/N: This one is also very embarrassing.

I swear. A/N: This fucking collection is so embarrassing. OMG.

and let's start this war. coldplay

From over-sheltered, possibly creepy children to supernatural parasites and demon-hunters with a strangely ethical outlook - this has them all! or it will do, at some point...

Six people are invited to the will reading of Monty Maudelyn. However, what secrets lie behind the dollhouse in the dead man's bedroom? And why do the dolls all eerily resemble everyone gathered there that evening?

modern art, what's up with that?

Where are the golden days of our youth. What took them away?

The school assignment was to create a poem with the same rhyming and rhythm pattern as Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." I kind of like what I came up with.

My rendition of the ever so many Fire and Ice poems. Edited

A fight. A broken photo. A potentially cheating husband. How do you stave off this disaster?

Something I had to do in english class. About a wolf and life. Found it on my computer a while back and decided to share it. R&R please?

Loss can come from many angles

Salty pages

no rescue from its wrath..creature in the hour. -Written when I learned my brother was in surgery-

This is a short poem I wrote myself.Notmy first poem but I like it better than my other ones.Plz R&R

acrostic poem.

What will the winds of time tell you?

They could only watch helplessly as a wingless angel flew to her beloved. It was too late that they realized: the girl who drowned the world in her tears killed herself with a smile.

A haiku about the few thoughts and less words that can be expressed when you're in love.

-'You left me, abandoned me When you walked out that door'

An emotional epic dealing with a brutal internal battle between heaven and hell...

A lonely primrose, firmly rooted in the churned soil of a violent valley, holding out under the bloody blows of Nature... representing so much more.

LifeReligion. A poem asking God for help when He seems to have abandoned me in one of my darker moments.

a rambling on what the truth setting us free, which means a lie will...Bible verse inside

When you cry enough, it leads to a different feeling.

Come to me...

General.Life.Love. Happy Halloween of 2006

A poem I wrote to honor my dog Bud who got hit by a car and to anyone who has lost a pet this is dedicated to you too

Ladies of grace, we play the part.

I watch the sun set, slowly. wondering what i did to deserve losing you. Romance

Death Cab for Cutie and His Dark Materials mixed with apathy and shaken, but not too well.

The inside of me... something about how i feel. it kinda popped into my head :Personal Favorite: &and it came to me while watching Pimp My Ride&

I am a fox, a creature shunned by society...

A poem about a relationship that's crumbling. Based upon a Holly Black quote.

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well this is just another set of poems i wrote, so i hope you like them and review, i'll review you if you review me... FINISHED

Four Poems, Detailing the small pleasures in life.

a poem i wrote a long time ago about two wolves (symbolic of people i know) fighting for stupid reasons and leaving the fight broken.

A very dark imagining, mostly about guilt and revenge. What would you sacrifice for revenge? And how would you use it?

We search through life for an answer. Is there really an end to life? Or are we merely living in cycles, like the phoenix and the flame.

Very abstract. Consider yourself warned.

The moon affects me oddly.

This world is dying, and it is mostly our fault. Earth's cries resound as we continue to batter down every last bit of sanctity that remains. How do you think Earth feels?

Something I wrote last night...a lazy piece.

Loneliness is cold.

I am in that stable, changeless state William Cullen Bryant warns against.

Sequel to the poem I submitted earlier called Lucille

A poem of war...

This is about a girl and a wolf.