I believe the title is self-explanatory.

run, kill, hop, skip-to-my-lou, my darling.

She is my life, i said./ she laughed.

What?

Short and sweet. Like life.

The title is selfexplanatory, no?

Just another poem in the vast world of poems that can be interpreted in a million different ways... maybe it's just an angry, bitter rant... perhaps it's more than that... or maybe it's just nonsense..? Hm.

Another short story English assignment... I never gave it a proper title, but it's obviously supposed to be an emulation of Hemingway's writing style... Long live Hemingway! Yes, I know he committed suicide.. but he's great, nonetheless!

An English assignment from sophomore year based on Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye... I know it's nothing amazing, but I haven't posted in a while... and I gotta work with what I've got.

Perhaps it's not much of a poem.

Something I had to write for English. But my classmates are boobs so I'm hoping the educated public that is fictionpress could critique it for me. Please and thank you.

multiple chapters of what seems to be randomness.

another acrostic. one word per line. simple.

Just a simple acrostic.

a series of haikus.

I don't know.. what do you think?

It's a bit long for my taste... A frail but somewhat decent attempt to get back into poetry after not having written for so long. A monologue of a mother to her child... I realize this needs some work.

An acrostic... Not very poetic, but it brought me relief.

What a parasite it is... the rose and all of the pernicious things it represents.

Ah, the sonorous serenity of silence…

an acrostic poem. the only reason for the M rating is the phrase that the acrostic spells out.

I got sent to a psychologist today. It's not much of a poem, but I'm in a bad mood and I felt this was the best way to get it out.

Took a crack at the paradelle. (format idea from Unready) fp didn't let me format it the way i wanted to...

An attempt at tanka (5-7-5-7-7). I actually like the way it turned out, even if it's a bit clichéd.

I come across this barren desert... I look at the little sprout... it is the epitome of a miracle.

A collection of old poems based on angst/nostalgia. (note that there are several chapters)

A collection of old poems inspired by a special someone. (note that there are several chapters)

I will tell you everything.

Despite the awful title (because i couldn't think of a better one), I think this is pretty decent. I left it in prose... I was just inspired by the awesome spring weather. R&R would be much appreciated. Suggestions for a better title would be great too!

An essay about decisions... making them, dealing with them, the works. I thought this would be appropriate for my first entry because this essay triggered my overall interest in writing. R&R would be much appreciated! :]