We turn to ash, and that is that.

The changelings, the street children, are the survivors.

We're in limbo.

I am not what I once was. Motherhood.

when you're covered in your own blood and looking so sexy tied up on my bed, sometimes I just want to -

[femmeslash] she told me that when I am queen, I will be beautiful

A Simple Love Poem, with the words in a different order than any other love poem.

You hold the matches, but the fire is mine.

The things that really make a difference in you life, happen before you are born.

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we'll be extraordinary (extra.ordinary)

the heat cooks sketches and prejudice and death until you can't even taste the bitter anymore.

Why? "Because, Dear Fairy Godmother, nothing is ever what it seems." Things like this belong only in our dreams. (I'd really like some opinions on this... please R&R...)

The stupid star won't work.

Drinking coffee with four old men

It is the coming of age, that matters the most.

Free will is not free.

A young relative will soon be stationed in Iraq

"Young love is overrated darling...look at me."

Ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away - but sometimes you get a second chance.

what? my poems are nonpoetic rants/rambles in disguise? impossible.

Call me a liar, and I'd swear it was true. [warnings: abuse]

Haiku on inevitability.

Fancy a friendly chat with the Reaper of Souls?

Oh, what I would do to imagine the perfect words, the lines that would leave my mark on the world...

Today I saw innocence in all her broken glory.

The musings of those kids people call gifted. What do they think? Read on and find out...

Ever wonder what the guy at McDonalds really thinks?

"Sometimes, I feel like crumpling myself up..." One fanfic's struggle for attention.

An introspective look into old gods, and their place in today's modern society. At least, it's supposed to be! *laughs*