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

and with every frantic blink of the strobe light, my memory of you flickers and fades before me.

a modern romance, set to the beat of our hearts.

gone.

[COMPLETE] Let me tell you, if Cinderella had tried on MY shoes for a day, she would have gotten her magic pumpkin kicked from once upon a time to happily ever after. But if the shoe fits...

and fall.

a memory of emotions unwanted

How do I love thee?

Haiku: Everlasting

I'm farely sure I don't even want to live. But...I needed that kiss to be real.

Written 4.28.08.

it's the truth

...so i can be a butterfly

wishing for too much

Autumn is every high school guy's fantasy. She has always had the ability to magnetise them towards her. So what happens when the new guy seems completely unfazed by her appeal? Maybe he is keeping a secret that will blow her mind away ... Read and review

Everyone loves.

there are not enough words.

i wish i could cut you into shapes of stars and paste you onto the sky.

[minor femmeslash] everyone told me it was silly to fall in love with a summer girl

[COMPLETE] If I had to write one hundred words for one hundred days, what would I write?

[kiss her once for me] lonely hearts are fading on the floor tonight

I'm no match for her... suggestions appreciated... UPDATE: Changed a few words... reviews always loved as always!

it's snowing, and my brain

Just some random thoughts, but I think it turned out all right. Please R&R I'm desperate for reviews!

you say its impossible and i say why? if we're all looking, then it has to be out there.

Looking at the world differently.

All her words are filth coated in sugar, crawling all over your skin as you’re forced to watch her hands crawl all over his.

song song song. thought i'd bring you a piece of the sky, 'cause i'm on my way down.

baby, i will be your butterfly girl, your curie, your wendy, your lullaby, and i stare at your lips too often.

My friend Gao wrote a piece about bands. All you need to know.

she's either cancer or the cure.

babybopper teen thing is utterly crazy in love, she goes to sleep thinking of the beautiful skatebait boy.

I found infinity within your bones.

A Violence Awareness Week poem, even though it's such a bland topic, it's a good poem.

today I'm the symbol on the bathroom door. [Slam Poem]

feelings left over.

i thought i knew what love was, but i guess i'm a little too naive to read between the lines

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

Look, an apple! But let's eat the other fruit instead.

..

A fairytale poem. Short. R&R

It's not lovestruck, I tell my mother between burnt soup mouthfuls, but hopestruck eyestruck and speechless.

On good days you're my light shining through. On bad days you sit in the dark too.

every month's a new try. but she never wins.

.022 sleeping girl—shy, perfect. pretend you’re not romantic. go ahead.

The world around us is so beautiful if we take the time to look around.

A poem written on Friday the 13th of October about a big 'ol mess of drama that was going on at the time. Whoo.

You really messed up this time, kid. Rated for one curse word...in the author's note, lol.

we haltingly speak of surrealism in our broken french, of love and brie and clocks

...and she will get to art school through only ideas...

Ya think I'll just give out the goodies? no... read and find out.

we'll be extraordinary (extra.ordinary)

Beauty exchange.

I apologize for everything forthcoming. I'm running out of places to hide my broken heart.

I hate waiting for something more fulfilling to show up without knowing when or if it even will, knowing it's all beyond my control...

About a girl i had a crush on who apperently is straight

My view of different phrases used in life. A window to my weird/confused mind. Rated for language

Find the story. Now, shall we look through someone else's eyes?

Random short stories from the back of my mind. They have no real point other than to let me be creative. Enjoy! :)

A problem of bells

It's so much easier to get dirty.

rip easily, as you found out.

We are but so many sets of angular coordinates.

frank o'hara gave me the title.

This is pretty weird... I guess it's kinda funny, but it wasn't written that way lol. I'm not terribly attached to this poem, so any kind of review is welcome, (even flames, go figure lol) Read and review, please!

beautiful poets. please r/r, thank you