i love- i love- i (wish i) loved you.

and you're just ashes, ashes, the gray of the dying fire swallowing you whole; and even if i wanted to save you i wouldn't, i couldn't, because we're all doomed to failure and i can't even save myself. what use would i be to you, to anyone? why should i s

dilute the minds of those around you; those that love you, drown them in your selfish desires. let them know that it's always and will forever be about you and only you. they can't touch you; nobody can save you. not while i'm dragging you under with me (

The other WoWW was getting so long and old I figured I should make a seperate/updated one. More short angst-filled, pain-pumped, love/hate-inspired poems. Another one added (almost) every day. They either suck or don't, it's up to you!

You don’t see the hurt, and it makes you think, maybe there is none. Maybe she got out of it before it was too late. Then you look at Adrian, and you start to wonder: maybe she's just better at hiding it.

Poem about my friend who comes from an abusive home. Bit of symbolism, etc. Enjoy.

This is a small collection of poems, about 50 (coughcough) in total. I'll be posting them throughout the coming weeks, maybe one a day. Some are Emily Bronte-esque; others are just two or three-liners I thought sounded good. All are quite twisted.

i dunno, but i really like this one.

... another dark poem by yours truly. not sure what else to tell you. poetry speaks for itself.

We're all just falling stars. [one-shot]

another one of my f u c k'd up poems.

got so tired of treading these timid waters

ants and spiders and webs, oh my!

dedicated to teh broken-hearted

yet another poem of unrequited love

another airplane gone down.

Ebrel Donaciano is the new boy at Rafferty Academy. Only he is a she, and she's in lots of trouble with lots of people, and only seems to be digging herself in deeper. Blackmail, rape, and murder galore! Plus some rather, um, quirky people.

dunno what to say here this time. kind of lazy today. just read, and criticism is encouraged.

ONE-SHOT WARNING. His dad died because his mom killed him for loving someone else. And he's just like him, like dad. LIke father like son.

My father died in a plane crash, which is what probably drove Mom crazy in the first place; why she tried to burn me alive. Now I live with my grandma, in a neighborhood where I'm not exactly welcome.

Sorry that I blamed you,that I murdered you before you had a chance to explain/when all that time I knew you were going through/the same things as me—

Epilogue to "Dancing With A Nymph"

Scares me so much, but I can't say anything because then I'd be a coward, and nobody respects a coward.

(can't make me chase you again)

Another small story of UnReQuItTeD love. Hope you enjoy. :)

Ah... um ... what to say...?

I'm really proud of this one. Wrote it last year, but it's really grown on me since then. For a suicidal friend that succeeded in his search for an escape.

Rated for language and content. (so f u c k e d up)

"Acting so generous and always smiling with that full-blown laugh. I call you names..."

sadistic/masochistic/psycho - as usual.

This month's "IT" boy, Adonis Maverick, is smart and scathing. And single! But he just can't seem to keep a relationship, not after his own brother abandons him. (WARNING: slash and mild incest content... but mostly slash).

"She had those kind of bedroom eyes."

Written in a moment of inspiration. Pretty good, in my opinion. A tad on the psychotic side, but then, that's just loveable me. (another poem about Daddy).

Your nails rake down my skin, and I'm falling for you again. I'm not sure what to do with these feelings, never healing, because I know you'll abandon me like the last time. I think I'm losing my mind.

Loving you, and you're loving someone else; but I can't say anything because I promised not to. We're just friends. (maybe a little NC17... maybe.)

When I was six years old, my mom got addicted to cocaine. Here's looking at you again, Mom.

Can't necessarily stop when I'm only halfway through my family, can I?

Flowers and poetry and pretty things, he loved her so much his ears were ringing. Broke her heart, but won it back. She was all that he lacked. Didn't know what he was getting into, what it would cost. Made a bet with a friend and lost.

Another poem about environmentalists, or vegetarians, or... My (ex)friend Janie.

Not especially passionate about the environment, but I got mad at this hypocritical 'environmentalist' and ended up writing this. Good, in my opinion. I'd like to hear what you think, though.

No, this isn't about the Eric Clapton song. Another angst-filled poem about love and life, and losing life. (and, you guessed it, it's more freelance! cover your eyes! quickly)

People encouraged me and, well, you asked for it. Some more free-lance! More angst and sadism galore. Hope you enjoy.

I'm running out of good summaries... This is possibly the best poem I've ever written. About being manipulated, and manipulative. You know you've been controlling, and controlled.

"Can't love you anymore) ... ever heard those words? Trying my hand at free-lance here. One of my longer poems. I sort of really like it, but I sort of really don't. I want to hear your opinion, though.

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Sort of a retelling of 'Beauty and the Beast-except Beauty isn't so beautiful, and the beast isn't so kind. And it's not love. It never is. (Don't believe the beast when he says he's sorry.)

Saw you in the hall the other day. It broke my heart to see you in the arms of another boy. I want to say I'll get over you, but I just don't know. (They never do).

I tried to hold onto you. But you pushed me away, betrayed me. Left me alone. I would still take you back. But it hurts so much.

About needing someone to be there, hanging onto someone that wants to leave. But you need him so badly. To fill that empty space within.

Becoming like your parents is unavoidable.

Basically a poem about cutting and what it leads to. River was a friend of mine...

(yet I would die to caress you) - About a doomed love, a forbidden match. Loving someone who loves no one, nothing.

Interpretation of humanity's destruction, viewed through Adam's eyes. (Looking at it from another point of view, though, it could be interpreted as Eve cheating on Adam... but maybe that's just me).

About love, and losing love: How a girl loses her love by pushing him away. It's rather metaphorical. (Haven't come up with many good summaries in a while, but my poetry is worth a peek).

About suicide in general. Probably my favorite poem I've written so far.

She was in so much pain. So much she wasn't sure which way was up anymore, gave new meaning to the term down. Natural torture. If this was by God's hand, she wished the devil would appear and take mercy.

Just a couple ways to get revenge on your old lover.

A short prose about a girl I never really got along with. I make her sound like the bad guy, when really I'm the one to blame. The ironic thing is that she's my older sister.

A very, very twisted poem. Very. About a friend who commited suicide earlier this year.

Leaves to the imagination what I awoke to.

About a girl whose been betrayed so many times, her heart just shuts off. And suddenly she's left dead to emotion, unable to feel-unable to love.