When Amy answers an ad to babysit a boy, little does she suspect that he's her age! Meet Tristan, a rich 18 year old who's recently gone blind…and he's not at all interested in being helped. Or so he thinks. [PUBLISHED]

[instead they explode as vibrantly [lovely] as the stars]

After the events of spring break, my friend Amanda and I realized that, unfortunately, we were being forced to grow up.

Rich amber eyes stare woundedly as I smile..The eyeteeth grin of a predator who's hit his mark.

what's it about? I don't know. older one.

Freestyle poems called "Echoes"

when twilight crushed poor sanity's spirit c.o.f.

Its roots, twisted and ancient, creaked, sounding hollow and mournful. Its life, it knew, was ending.

from last year I believe.

We're just waiting for the rain ...

And, really, I tried to hold on to OUR forever.

Resentment and longing issues

here's to oblivion.

Past experiences come alive

Written about the meeting between my cousin Sean and myself

another one for my long lost Lily... I knew her so well... what happened?

I DON'T understand why people refuse to speak their minds.

[This is the final proof that just because I'm breathing, it doesn't mean I feel alive]

Now your a grownup, just like you always wanted to be. Right?

Just some musings on various subjects. First one: Rain. Ignore how the formatting looks.. it's a little weird.

Your perfection inspires me to the point of non-creation.

A Poem written by a man on Death Row-how he sees himself...please r&r

An old poem I wrote long ago. About one trying to escape this mortal life.

Complex friendships can never end quietly

And no one will know who I am.

It was raining when I graduated from high school.

Perdida y sola, en busca de razón en los ojos del otro

Thistles are better than roses.

A poem with a strange rhyme scheme. I basically wrote this as I waited for my friend. At the beginning it had no rhyme at all, so consider this much more rhym-y then previous.

I put all my faith in the idea that she and I would fall together.

Welcome to reality, to the left, you will see all the dying people of the world and their true pain. To the right, you'll see the anorexics mixing in with the obese...

The title has nothing to do with the poem. This is rather tragic once you think about it, and while this may not be my best work, it is definitely better than other things that I have written.

It's pure, concentrated anger...and not really the typical kind.

"no longer"

A parody of Maroon 5's "Harder to Breathe" in which the plight of Kerry voters becomes all too clear...

Losing something that meant more than anything to you..The difficulty of pretending it means nothing

I have a mission to save the world from being stupid, doing stupid things, and killing themselves...but I'm not much better.

When my notebook was read by someone who was not I, I was quite ashamed for a while. This is a song I wrote during that time.

This is mean. I'm free of all guilt.

This is a very angry song I wrote when I was hating the world more than usual. I enjoy it.

You never end up with your elementary school rival...

Paranoia, insanity, hilarity...What more could you ask of me? It's all in this poem!