She closed her eyes and remembered. She kneeled in the dirt before the grave and let herself go. She felt the emptiness inside her.

REMOVED. Choose lesson: A. how to be a pubescent pain in the butt; B. hw 2 rite, lyk, the gr8est FP romance EVA; C. how to cope with extreme boredom without cable TV; D. how to END things in the proper manner. Fee: clickable. Outcome: who knows!

This is a series of small poems about my third real love in life. The only one I couldn't keep. The same one who broke off our friendship, though he said he'd still be there. Makes no sense to me, even now, months later...Review if you wish, it's returned

My mind that once spat forth unfathomable depth of artistry, Far beyond the conventions of man and their primitive ways To gather knowledge, has lost the gentle touch of imaginative flow."

When you search for things you shouldn't. Don't be surprised if the answer is too much to handle...

[a bit of a rant. of laying in anger. almost a fiction piece, but not quite.]

[she fell hard this time.]

Violent and a little sick, but a good read, especially to those men and women have ever lived through this sort of trauma.

[such a life altering topic]

He doesn't even realize what's infront of him...

my thoughts on lovehighly unexpected

Just a quick, dirty meaningless poem I wrote as it popped into my head.

he loved her, she left

about a love that you had.. and you miss it

Remember, after Jack fell down and broke his crown, Jill came tumbling after.

Fallen relatinship, RnR D

Another flight analogy, I know, but that seems to fit life quite perfectly, don't you think? We're all learning to fly, and sometimes, many times, we fall.

Don't hate me for things you think you know or for ways in which i'm different to you, you know nothing at all

A poem written to President Bush...short and sweet at least I think so

A short story. I don't want to give anything away by saying more than that.

[used to be in my profile] hello my name is m i r a n d a & I have a problem

This poem is a poor attempt to capture the feelings at the surface when you feel like your not good enough for the person you love.

I can't hear a thing you're saying; you're making me deaf.

She's poetry in motion; she dances a dream, She swirls; she whirls, as delicate as she seems.

A recently divorced man meets a waitress in a cafe, unware that she has more in common with him than he thinks.

How can you save someone who does not want to be saved...

This is the first thing i have written in a while so R&R please! Its sort of an autobiography written in third person. Let me know what you think!

"Don't make me worry./It's cold out, y'know." - thoughtful words because they care

Title saids it all.

People will definitely remember...