My life is an ongoing "sometimes". My world is always changing, and yet I never do anything always anymore. Only sometimes.

started out as a song, then i forgot the tune... it was supposed to go farther, but then i lost the idea, so this is what i was left with, the shell of a poem. please read.

Noelle will soon be Queen and she despairs at the sudden lack of adventure, and sets out to escape the crown and the guillotine of marriage. But these things follow her into the wilderness, into the nests of creatures unknown and the caves of a wasteland.

a woman who devotes herself to danger, can do nothing but give her knowlegde to whoever can grasp at it

Pandora doesnt know the word love. Or hate for that matter. She doesnt know anything about feelings. Nobody does anymore. But feelings still exist, even if no one can feel them. Yet. Things are changing... and soon things wont be like always anymore.

can you remember when we stole your clothes? [one of my all time favorites]

everyone has dreams. the one thing you want more than anything. but how many people actually get it. have it. how many people actually live their happy ending?

Those characters from author’s minds, where are they developed? Are they real? Are they real like me? Am I real? If I’m not, what author thought me up? Where does my story line go if I do nothing but look?

when you buy a secondhand shirt and it doesnt quite fit right because the fabric has stretched and shrunk to fit the former wearer when they ran the 100 meter sprint and got drenched in sweat cause it was 105 degrees out. preused people are just the same

when all your life adds up to is a load of shit

um... titles kind of self explanitory isnt it?

note to self: never show your true feelings

um... the situation i know i'll be in when i die... cause i'm just cool like that.

impossibly... impossible guy... impossibly confusing girl, and her brother. just to make things interesting.

slightly wild party with my friends, i've found i like being a girl... do guys have this much fun? [edited]

hmmm, kind of depressing, a little anti social, but its me. deal.

depressing, yes, um... it's not REALLY about me... well, yea i guess it is. just R&R please

heres a lovey dovey one. my mind was snowing when the couple popped into my head and refused to leave. so i put them on paper. presenting.... true warmth.

POV of a guy in love with a very distracted oblivious girl... reminds me of someone... how strange... i really like this one, please read.

title is kind of self explanitory, isn't it?

If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you jump too? What about your soul mate? or a stranger you've never met? Or just for the sake of it?

series of haikus on my garden

a hilarious email i recived today from my friend Emma, don't reveiw saying .:it's not fiction, you didn't write it:. I just think its funny. review what you get, i want to know.

inspired by watching a sunset on a rainy day, i thought it was absolutly gorgeous

dont you ever wish that love was more than roses and sinatra tunes? lets crash the party.

the few seconds of the day where i let myself be myself

the same old regular phrase that makes no sense at all. but really, what's life about anyway?

nothing to do with chocolate, sorry, or milk, its basically LIKE having a ton of cash and not knowing what to do with it

my way of saying that i need something, that everything isn't perfect, and that it never will be... comes from the heart, please read and reveiw

this isn't really a poem.. or a story... its an email that i want to share.. it's hilarious

title speaks for itself

one word: ignominy (look it up)

one of my bigger lies

just read it, if i say anything you wont read it so just read it please

warning

when your boyfriend ditches you at a burger king, you know you're ugly.

when you gain confidence and forget how dangerous your girlfriend is.

complaining with good cause

the time between asleep and awake where you can almost believe that theres actually pebbles hitting your window and that he actually cares about you.

some people just dont know when to shut up.

when one door closes, maybe you'll get a window. but really, how big is this window? Big enough to climb out of? or will you be force to stare out that window forever at the life you could have had?

my life... kinda

girl+boy=unhappiness

when all you can do is sit up in bed and turn on the light, scribbling down haphazard thoughts on twelve different sticky notes just so you can remember to write it down all neat when you wake up for real in the morning

She hides in the attic cutting out paper hearts and flowers and hands them to people she meets in the hallway. Couldn't she just make mischief like the other evil twins?

to be wise, you have to be stupid first

when your life is at an all time low and you just want to pop a pimple and screw somebody.

reveiw if you understand it... email if you don't

its basically like a "when pigs fly" kinda thing