'I can see his charming face even now, the cool styled hair, the chocolate drop eyes, a schoolgirls dream but now my nightmare.' Libby's a rape vctim who's still fighting

Short stories and poems from 2005 to 2006.

How to irritate homophobic parents pretend to be dating a bisexual gothpunk who's into more than holding hands. parties, alcohol, drugs, sex COMPLETE!

Lady Lucks a Lezbian friend of mine... a bit of a different way to the old cliche.

Sometimes I like to pretend that you love me too. But the world doesn't work like that, does it? (the trick is not to let yourself cry).

Written for a poetry class, knowing vs. the innocence of childhood.

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

Alternative piece about teenage angst. Mine to be specific

Her name was Andrea, but she liked her friends to call her Andy, because she thought it made her excitingly androgynous. (Redrafted! What fun...)

"What was it the junkie gave" Kinda dark and questioning.

I wrote my girlfriend a poem. Or a rant. Or something.

galactic proportion of your heart. [re-edited]

She just lost what was her everything. As she tries desperately to stop the anger and tears, he arrives. She wants him so bad but she turns him away. Short short. WIP that I'm not completely happy with. Ending needs extreme help!

It was the best of times, it was the...

song. this is a lullaby of massive proportions.

NO just didn't seem to be enough

a little something based around a photograph of two women, one older and one younger. i wish i could post the photo too. oh well.

... what happened to that boy i knew whose eyes danced? ...

Love poem; crossing borders

the tables turned, the speaker who is always hurt now turns into the person that always hurts them

for the boy who disappeared. sometimes i think i can still hear his voice echoing in the wind.

"And I'm afraid this isn't a drill, not just smoke and sirens." Tried something new... not sure if it worked. Let me know what you think! Note: this is NOT to be taken seriously!

Pieces of life and love.

listening to the new Nickleback cd and got inspired by their one song "if everyone cared"

It costs so much to be yourself these days... [System of a Down inspired poetry]

for "georgie".i thought of how she must have gasped for air when black atomic ashes rose to claim her lips.

Written for english class characterization unit. A quick essay about myself.

For those who, like me, hate the snow.

all she wanted was someone to hold on to or just to forget.

It occurs to you that they're much too trusting.