REMOVED ..."On a scale of 10 to 10, how hot do I look right now?" he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. I tried not to gag - or jump his bones - as I said sweetly, "Is get the hell away from me before I punch you in the kidneys a choice?"

there's so much more to being young these days. this is my life, become a part of it if you dare.

and other things of notable interest. a stream-of-consciousness collection.

and i always find that it comes back to you. a collection.

Active search for poetic expression. Concluded

I am not mad. I am not.

I want to climb into the lap of my rapist father. Novella. Complete.

the poets are throwing back whiskey, drunk on metaphor & looking for god in a few bars of rhyme. collection. genesis & nihilism edited.

and she is something. a lesbian collection.

let's go. a pillowbook.

purple is the common name. a poetry collection.

a series: for those who wish at 11:11, want love, and are strong enough to overcome it all.

your whole body starts to look like america, but i won't be your england.

And words are its people. Pillowbook.

but the airwaves are clean and there's no one singing to me now. a written mixtape.

so many feelings, so few syllables.

Life doesn't stand still, after all! Pillowbook.

So today, I believed in you. Pillowbook.

collection. it's not quite love, it's not quite what you used to be or what you expected. but it's something. f/f

If I have to lose myself, I'd rather that I lose myself to you. SLASH. Mature themes.

Now a symphony's the only song to sing. Pillowbook.

one hundred billion stars in the galaxy, and we have one to share. for sarah.

and i was the answer.

And the Word was with God. A pillowbook, or new step to life.

nothing personal. pillowbook.

she led him through a twist of trees, and gladly, unquestioningly, he followed. m/f

and maybe it still is. /collection-fp pennames/

especially when a heart is broken

of when to cling and when to let go, and the wisdom to know the difference. f/f consensual incest

a pillowbook. full of anything. everything. maybe nothing, on occasion.

as are you.

oxygen is useless. -pillowbook VI

you want,

poetry. shame, shame, shame.

And if our hands should meet again, let them. Pillow book.

or better yet, don't. it would smudge and slant the razor-sharp angles of this. f/f

there's a deeper meaning behind her words.

.

with every breeze that whispers past my ear - yes, i hear you.

a compilation of hearts.

i would kill to write like you, would live to kiss like you

In dreams, I walk with you

two-part series: from perspective of x, then o

Searching for movement in an ocean of quiet. Pillow book.

rot.

i heard a heartbeat when i went to turn the lights on, today.

I can't look, I can't look. Pillow book.

let's paint this town nine shades of red. pillowbook.

...i'm pretty, right?

why don't you look again.

but i'm no ophelia either. pillow book.

c a n ' t want. c a n ' t need. c a n ' t love.

i feel as only a poet can feel.

pure, the sun still sets

when all i see are lovers who could have been mine. pillow book.

ONE-SHOT. It was on that day that I began my downward spiral of meaningless sex, alcoholism, violence, and… okay, not really. But it felt close to something like that.

what happens when i don't listen to my mother.

yes, keep vacant, white and ebony. define fear, love; because i couldn't quit reminding myself to need oxygen: his jagged, xenon smile. please, god. zero.

not many people appreciate him. pillow book.

she is a paradox and she turns around and around in my mind like a carousel.

that day was mine. a collection.

expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian. a pillowbook .

ivory on ivory, eyes meet eyes, heart steals heart.

you dropped yourself in the beer you chugged down earlier. femslash

she will wear flower-print dresses on sundays, and she will like the feel of grass between her toes.

when the flash left my eyes, i laughed. a collection of my favored expressions.

you could fly if you wanted to, & this is a collection to keep you high away from me. -pillowbook 3.1-

you're bleeding all over my schedule

and sometimes i don't mind

a story?

when i lay down at night i can feel you grow inside of me. be a sunflower, baby. bright and tall and lovely.

a collective of poems about falling in love, and coping without answers.

like black holes.

there is no pretending in this game of blood.

for playing truth or dare with your intentions?

if you can't hold yourself together, why should i hold you now? /pillow collection #2/

and she waits for him to become her fall.

tell me about my future, because i already know my past. a pillowbook.

its taken me over. pillow book.

Joshua wishes that wasn't true. Warnings for incest, abuse, hints of m/m slash, masturbation, sexual content and some disturbed thoughts.

you there, with the memories.

one-shot/vignette. rated M, for sexual scenes.

why i should break up with him, and why i don’t know if i can. /experimental piece./

during turbulence, we either fly or fall. it is a difficult choice.

-where hopes are glittering shards of broken glass, and nonsensical drabbles define my life. --pillowbook? eh, sorta. via poetry&prose.

think on my feet? darling, i can hardly even stand. a pillowbook.

for you, from me. because one sentence would not be enough.

yeah, ‘cuz guess what? i’ve sucked dick and i’ve drunk vodka.

and it's about time i wrote about that night.

the ocean just isn't as beautiful without your hand on my thigh

you are cancerous.

pupils dilate.

in love and war. but this is neither. a pillow book.

and to live is to die. pillow book.

i'll show myself the door.

My stuff from oneword - check it.

just a progress report in collection form. c: read and review!

it’s the first truth you’ve ever told me, and the only truth i never wanted to hear.

poetry. i remember most, the things that hurt the worst.

and i could be a person in your ohso interesting world. this is a pillow book.

the day you broke my heart it splattered into a million little puddles of simmering sunset, and sometimes i wish that i were as beautiful as my blood.

hello, my name is k aeleigh and i smile when i lie. i probably lie when i smile, too.

gone.

eventually, all train tracks come to an end. mine just happen to end in a wreck. don't worry, dear. the paramedics are close by.

oh byron! how you wound my heart valves!

you could've done better. /noweditedforthenewboyfriend./ i can't wait for more.

...what ink can really do.

prose. PERSONAL&GRAPHIC. "twisting words around and shoving insults in my face won't change the way you broke me, snapped me in two, then used my body and soul for your own selfish gain."

he's my favorite candy bar.

she was made to turn you on and walk away.

It was that summer, when we dyed our hair with Kool-Aid, that we found each other.

i am everything you are, and i hate it.

She was manipulative. And God, she was looking at me. one-shot.

prose. "That night, she snuck off to the bathroom and stole one, two, three of his razors and spent ten minutes removing all twelve blades, inventing and reinventing hiding places, teaching herself new "swiping" techniques."

A poetic description of a kiss that doesn't use the word "lips." Femmeslash.

prose. the fear of becoming obese, fat

On a cold winter's day, in the middle of a deserted street, as they where trying to catch snow flakes on their tongue, he asked her to marry him. — Het. One-shot.

she names it roxy so no one will ever know, because no one will understand. she calls it her new best friend. because really, it is. DRUGABUSE, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO

o2; when night destroys day. and i swear; her smile could shatter the moon, her fingers shaking with raw victory. // femmeslash

a conversation

femmeslash i never know how to categorize these things. fiction.

Penetration. Shudder. Pull back. Penetration. Shudder. It isn’t until afterwards that he knows she’s poisoned him with her lips. “Do you still want to fall with me?” she whispers. He’s dying slowly. oneshot. M for sexual content.

but you said i was different.

true story. RIP. [told in 8 parts] if you need me, you know i'll be there.

femslash. people sometimes mistake us for sisters. but i've never kissed my sister below the belt.

We're perfect together, but..

He was her flame and burning to death never felt so sweet.

that's how the summer starts. [you are so beautiful when you're pregnant]

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

it's the number i hate, the hours i can't sleep away. one day. one year. you are everything, but you don't know how tangled i still am.

One more time.

outlook on drug use.

forget romeo & juliet, let's be bonnie & clyde.

[and you're trapped in yesterday, a ghost of something i loved and love now that i will never see again.]

we should be rated for safety and discarded with yesterdays balloon obsession.

but oh how it shines

[Femmeslash. Old.] I hate you like pomegranates.

He stands over your lifeless body, salty glass tears falling into your wound. "I love you. Always." M for content

but - i i i never fell apart... REMOVED.

rape b l e e d s poetry like shame & angst & rage. pick up the pieces, dear. i hope you cut your fingers on my edge. REMOVED.

[old-ish, femmeslash] you love her like you need air (it's addictive)

you always were a liar, after all. REMOVED.

he admires the halo around her neck. [necrophilia]

As winter melts into spring, so does her heart. She loves him, but does he love her? The cherry blossoms bloom into creatures of beauty; will her unrequited love for him do the same? Listen to this tale of silent love.